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[lunarwing]

*Cresselia barely notices the shrubs that her wings are chopping in half as she speeds through the woods, heading toward that clearing she'd been directed to before. Except this time, there was no Ditto pelvic thrusting at her, and no cake motivating her to be there. All there was was Darkrai. She tries not to think of how hurt he might be.*

...

*Eventually, she breaks through to the little garden, and she looks around frantically, in case he's hiding in the shadows or something.*

Darkrai? Are you here...?