Eight Birds of Paradise Singing

What has it been, a year and... eight months? Well, seven. And yet I have aged three years in that time. {A sigh.} It’s good to know that this place makes as little sense as ever.

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Tell me Johto, Kanto, have you ever heard the Legend of Tanabata? It is an old tale, and like all good stories, contains both love and heartbreak. It seems to be a particularly favoured theme, to be quite honest, as it pops up again and again throughout the myths and legends of all cultures. {She smiles, and she looks at peace, contented.} It’s my birthday today – well, not just mine. Crow Hogan, I hope you have a wonderful day, and that you enjoy your presents.

One hundred and forty years... It sounds impossibly old, doesn’t it? Ah, but I am so young compared to some of my colleagues back home. Happy Tanabata, everyone.

{She can be found wandering around Saffron today, just chilling and enjoying the lovely weather.}