Retry, Reroll, Resignation

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Now this had been a disappointment. But William refused to give up. He wasn't going to let such a stupid slab of stone torment him any longer.
Yet once more he was floating through the woods of the Fallen Leaf Copse in the search for foilage.
It couldn't be too difficult to find a few leaves in a forest after all, now could it? Definitely not.
And that was why the Gengar's ghastly eyes kept scanning the area, floating along the ground and through the treetops.
What had given the leaves this unusual coloration anyway?
There didn't seem to be anything different about them other than the colour. And it couldn't have been anything in the ground, there were too few of them for that.
This was going to be a long day...

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Giving in to sense, Ramira sighed. "Oh, alright......" She said. She turned and followed William regretfully, wanting to keep moving so he could accomplish his goal. 'I really wish we could keep going.... for his sake.' The Zorua thought with a depressed look on her face. She hid it by pulling up her hood to hide her emotions. The dark type wanted to help William accomplish his dream or goal or whatever it was, and she'd do whatever it took to do so.

Finally something sensible. Now all they had to do would be to leave the forest and return to Grassveil Town, which should be far easier than what they had to deal with already.
Now where was the exit again? Well, if worse would come to worst William would simply be able to levitate over the trees and look for the exit that way.
"Thanks.", the Ghost type responded, glad that the Dark type had agreed with him and not decided to endanger her own safety and by extension the Gengar's further. Most Pokémon the Poison type had met thus far would have kept on charging forward anyway.
Now then, hopefully there wouldn't be any further encounters to battle against.

Ramira simply nodded, and rotated in place several times to look for the exit. They hadn't gone far, had they? Sighing, the shiny Zorua looked up at William. "I'm afraid it's nowhere within eye sight." She said. The dark type suddenly felt lost, and she didn't have any form of food with her, so if they were stuck in here, she had nothing. Absolutely nothing. To add to that, she couldn't battle anything at all! Nothing!


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"I guess we'll just wander in a random direction until we reach the edge of the forest then.", the Ghost type replied. It was a rather useful tactig for getting out of a dungeon. Even though one could not control where exactly one would be to leave and how long it would take to return to Grassveil town, one would always eventually have left the dungeon and thus be free from possible attacks by feral Pokémon. Hopefully the random direction the duo would be choosing would be one with only a short distance to travel until they would be able to find an exit as William definitely wasn't in the mood and Ramira definitely wasn't in the condition for physical combat.
But knowing how much luck he had been having in this place thus far it was rather unlikely.

"Okie dokie." Was all Ramira said. She then held out one paw and spun around while closing her eyes until she stopped, pointing southeast. The dark type opened her eyes, put her paw down, and said, "That way." and then, followed that up with a question. "It's alright if I ride on your head, right? I dunno how far this is going to be." The Zorua both asked and explained. She really didn't feel all that fit to be walking 20 miles if absolutely necessary, and she was sure William's flying was much faster. Blinking, the shiny Zorua awaited an answer.

William simply rolled his eyes. This certainly was the first time he had gotten a request like that.
Would such a thing even be possible? And why couldn't the Zorua just walk?
"Well, I don't even know whether it'd work in the first place. Could be that you'd just fall through me.
Why d'ya want to try in the first place? You seem to be capable of walking still if your earlier statement is any indication of your physical state."
This certainly was an interesting request. Even if the Zorua was no longer capable of walking, why didn't it just ask about being carried normally? As far as the Gengar was aware he still was in possession of two working hands.

"Arceus knows how long the way back is." Was all Ramira responded. Then, without leaving an opening to reply, she turned and started walking in the direction she had pointed. This time, the Zorua didn't even bother looking over her shoulder. 'So what? Just because he questions your request doesn't mean you can't keep moving on.' She told herself. Who cared what William said? She was a free 'mon, and was free to think so. Nobody could hold her back. Rolling her eyes, the dark type sighed and noticed she saw something not far up ahead. It looked like the exit, and looked the same as the exit.... was it really the actual exit?

So apparently the Zorua was ignoring William's answer to her own request now.
Well, the Ghost type didn't care much for it in the first place, so he decided to simply follow her as they were bound to eventually get out of this place.  Hopefully soon. With all the explorations William had had to conduct in this place he had been here more often than at home at the Grassveil Guild lately. And he wasn't planning on continuing that trend.
Hopefully the next dungeon he would have to spend such a disproportionately large amount of time in would at least be putting less strain on the Ghost type's eyes. A cave maybe. Or a series of underground tunnels. An abandoned mansion maybe? As long as it wasn't bright William would be okay with most anything.

After about 10-20 minutes of walking, Ramira saw a light up ahead. "OH THANK ARCEUS! NO MORE CRAZY REPETITIVE LEAVES! YES!" She ran towards it gleefully, not caring about anything but freedom now. They were finally out! No more leaves! No more fall colors! Just the beautiful world without multiple leaves all over the ground and many feral Pokemon! 'I'm SOOOOOOO glad that that's over......' The Zorua thought with a sly grin. She could finally see her other friends again without..... she shuddered. Leaves. Too many leaves of the same color.

A wry smile appeared on the Ghost type's face. Watching the Zorua sprint away to the exit, he heard her stating his thoughts exactly. And although he wasn't acting as exuberant as she was it was undeniable that he was almost as glad to finally be rid of this place himself.
Hopefully there would never again be anything that would make him return here as he would much rather stay in a variety of other dungeons that were not as painfully bright, actually contained useful items and didn't look the same whereever one went.
Feeling slightly better as he would get to go home to the Grassveil Guild again, the Ghost type floated after the Zorua, out of the dungeon.