Return to Lynwood, Chapter 9

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7
Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Isengrim awoke to a twinge in his leg and the smell of breakfast. No—to call it just a “smell” would not do it justice. The aromas wove a rich tapestry that told tales of sizzling bacon, hot mushrooms and tomatoes dripping with their juices, hearty black pudding, sweet and savoury beans, buttered toast, and potatoes browned to a perfect crisp.

His mouth watered as his eyes remained shut. Then someone playfully whacked his shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d get up, lazybones,” Suhel’s voice said.

Isengrim opened his eyes to see her standing over the sofa with a smirk. He offered her a grin. “How did you know I was awake? My eyes were still closed.”

She let out a few coughs and took a swig of tea. “You were drooling, milord.”

 

 Back in the early days when there was a limited pool of Pokemon to pull from for NPC teams, some type specialists didn't always have teams that strictly fit the theme.

See also: Sabrina and her Venomoth (Bug/Poison-type in a Psychic Gym?!), Agatha and her Arbok (definitely not a Ghost-type), Bruno and his Onix (I'm surprised there aren't more fan theories floating around about him being Brock's dad or some such).

 Today on Virtual Fossil Friday, we were talking about the dwarf sauropod Magyarosaurus and how it was the perfect size for riding, and Ashley and Maggie Jo wanted me to draw this. :)

Return to Lynwood, Chapter 8

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7
Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

“Millie!” Lexora grimaced and stood up. “I’m sorry, dear, did all this fuss wake you up?”

The grey Ogrin nodded, still staring at the odd scene below her. “Yes, and my brothers—“

A scrawny little yellow Moehog and a slightly larger, portly white Skeith pushed past her, scrambling halfway down the stairs before they, too, saw the Werelupes and stopped. “Wow!” the Skeith said as he and the Moehog poked their heads through the banister. “Mummy, are those real Werelupes?”

“We certainly are,” one of Isengrim’s thanes said with a toothy grin.

“We’ve got real Werelupes in our house!” the Moehog squeaked, although he looked as though he couldn’t quite decide whether to be excited or terrified.

 

 Ever notice how no matter how many times Red visits home, Red's mom is just loitering in front of the TV? Really makes me wonder about her parenting skills.

 The trope of an awkward nerd endlessly spouting scientific information is subverted when somebody actually wants to hear that information.

I find scientists so easy to strike up conversations with. All you have to do is ask them what they've been working on lately, and they get to talk at length about their current research, and you get a free lecture. Everybody wins.

 I liked that Cinnabar Mansion background so much that I just recycled it for this comic.

Also, now this Scientist makes sense.