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[Perhaps a few hours away from Union, there's a stream which leads to a small spring. And there's trees. And there's distant mountains and grass and woodland and--
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
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Not that she'd ask for any, but maybe just the smell would sate her temporarily. She'd lapsed into a sort of meditative state when she felt the surge of emotions from the Eevee who rushed towards her.
Her Duskull giggled mischievously at the small fox Pokémon as Eu stared blankly at it. Then she glanced up at the young man who apparently was bonded to this particular Pokémon. While Eucliwood normally strayed away from human contact unless it was necessary, fleeing would look suspicious. She shakes her head at the mention of harm. Eucliwood didn't like fighting. She paused for a moment, taking her notepad out of a small, frayed bag at her side before jotting down a note.]
It's fine.
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It grows dark. As you are no threat, it would honour me should you feel you are inclined to rest here for a while.
[Polite as ever!]
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At his suggestion, she hesitated for a moment, but shook her head again. It had been such a long time since she'd actually held any form of actual conversation with someone other than a few written words, and the food smelled very tempting, Eucliwood just...couldn't bring herself to accept his offer.]
I can't.