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After rummaging through the photos I took while we were at Cancun, this one of a pier we were lying by caught my eye, so I decided to draw it in soft pastel. Feedback is appreciated.

Catriona frowned in thought as they approached the market square. It seemed that she wasn't the only one with health issues in the group. She would have to keep an eye on Link for any further signs of sickness, just as she would have to keep an eye on Penelope for any signs of pregnancy. While she wasn't sure that it was that girl, specifically, that Shiro had been referring to, it never hurt to be vigilant. She noted out of the corner of her eye, the rabbit nodding to something Gunther had said. Something about a stall. Still, it seemed to lose interest in the knight pretty quickly, beginning to gather up fruits. Upon returning to the group, Gunther suggested that he would keep an eye on the naked man, which worked for her. The man was trustworthy and sturdy. Even if he was attacked, he would be able to take the hits with little to no issue. Nodding in acceptance, after asking her question of the stranger, she blinked at...the odd enthusiasm of the girl. Pausing, she took the time to sift through what this person had told her. "Paradisi...so you are a farmer then? Like Edrick?" At least she thought he had mentioned something along those lines. Her gaze sharpened as she took in the more relevant news. "So you have no idea what could have caused this...in that case, none of us do," she sighed. "And I trust Alois to be telling the truth in this instance," she replied flatly, unsure how this woman could have jumped to such a wild conclusion. Though this whole situation is rather absurd... Catriona was shaken from her thoughts by an unfamiliar voice. "Holy cow is that a wyvern?" A pause, then, "You! What are you doing here? What did you do with the villagers?" Turning on her heel, the white-haired woman stepped forward to face what looked to be a young girl with dark hair dressed in a mix of chainmail and leather. The sword at her side and the ease with which she wore her armor proved her to be a warrior of some sort, but the way she fumbled for it did not speak of any particular skill. Still, the lord had been taught not to underestimate her opponents, so she would not hold back if it came to a fight. Before she could do anything, however, Edrick, Citron, Link, and Alois spoke out. Deciding to remain silent, as all that needed to be said had already been spoken, the woman stared at the girl steadily, watchful of any tricks, though she relaxed slightly when Alois said she was harmless, she did not let her guard down entirely. Around them, the animals had perked up, and began to move toward the newcomer Alois had called "Cora" in a surging wave of fur and feathers. Even the beaver had looked up excitedly, though its expression quickly changed to one of disdain. Sniffing the air, it resumed picking up fruit, very obviously ignoring the girl. Meanwhile, in the hut, Gunther would find no signs of magic or anything unusual at all there. Just an ordinary hut of wattle and daub. The floor couldn't even be called a floor, more like the ground, as it was nothing but packed dirt. Aside from the bed, the only other furniture was a small table with half a wheel of cheese and a loaf of bread with a couple slices already separated and laid out on a stone plate. A washbasin still filled with water lay nearby, and a small closet stood against the wall. Opening it, however, revealed nothing but various leather garments that looked as if they could fit a full-grown man. Of more interest was a small shortbow leaning against the end. Unstrung at the moment, it looked crudely-made but nonetheless well taken care of. The naked man shifted in his sleep, sniffing slightly, though he didn't seem to have woken up just yet. -- Licorice stared at Penelope, a hint of incredulousness in her eyes. "You are an interesting human," she said. "Most would run at the mere mention of that when faced with what they would deem a monster, but you do not." Her ears perked up in interest at her next words. "I have not heard that story, no," she admitted. "But then again, I know little of human warfare." Her eyes became slightly lidded as she thought. "Still, that makes sense. If one attacks from the inside, then one has the advantage of surprise," she shifted slightly. Penelope laughed lightly. "You know, Licorice, in spite of your obvious discomfort, this is almost pleasant. Just sitting here together. Nothing cataclysmic happening. No undead or bandits to deal with. Hopefully after this quest we can have more peaceful time to relax and enjoy each other's company." The fox shifted in place again, ears flattening. "...Yes, that would be nice," she replied, not meeting the tactician's eye. "However, one never knows just what the future may hold," she warned. Watching Tsetseg's interactions with Ciela, the Protean chuffed a laugh before speaking. "I never know what to expect from any of you," her tone was warm. Looking up, she said, "As you said, Penelope, this is...pleasant. It would be nice if times like these could last forever." However, the expression on the fox's face, rather than content, looked almost...lonely. -- Outside, the hawk had grabbed the vole that Rohns had been stalking, letting out a victorious screech as it began to lift off into the air again, though still within reach of the wolf cub. Dariella sighed. "And so the prey which the predator had been stalking so patiently, had been snatched away just like that," she chuckled, brushing a lock of hair back. "My my, how greedy. Not even my darling can satisfy you." She shook her head. "I suppose you must be used to getting your way though." She hummed, pushing herself off of the tree she had been leaning against. "He would be disappointed to see how far things have fallen." The blonde began to walk into the surrounding foliage, turning back only once. "I'll let you be this time." She giggled. "After all...I have my own 'quest' I need to see through." And with that, the woman walked into the forest, melting into the trees as if she had never been there to begin with.

Hell yeah, I don't like Malamar either.

special shoutout to everyone else in gen 6 that isn't malamar

- Hope of Ghirapur (Magic: The Gathering) - Palanquin Ship (Touhou) - Skyrunner (Earthbound) - Bluesmobile (Blues Brothers) - The Heart of Gold (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) - Shell (Rayman 2) - depends on if you consider a horse a vehicle I guess - 313/Belchfire Runabout (Donald Duck) - Rocket Man (One Piece)