[It's summer. The village feels emptier with all of the combatants missing. There isn't enough to snoop into for Maryann, so she decides to go and get a drink again. Only this time, she's not comparing notes or looking into things. No, she's much more relaxed. Good as time as any to talk to everyone, though.]

I've been here almost four months, and ( Read more... )

[Those on the lookout for New Feathers won't have far to look today for Maryann. She's made it all the way to the village on her own. Upon realizing that she wasn't at the Battle Frontier nor at the Petalburg Woods (the forest she was most familiar with), she had picked up the journal near her feet and started walking along the river. Sure enough, ( Read more... )