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Zinnia craned her neck until she fell backwards into the grass.
May’s flight upon the back of Latios was so erratic that it was practically a work of art- an abstract painting in the sky.
The girl who had tamed Rayquaza, reigning champion of Hoen, yet May still drew joy from new experience greedily as a thief and unapologetic; she gathered up every last ounce of life that she could.
Zinnia loved her for it.
She had never planned to come back, but ‘the best laid plans of Pikachus and men’, and all that.
May soared, along with Zinnia’s heart.