[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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Her pokemon find something in the dark of the woods and Isra raises a brow, few others are likely to be out at a time like this she thinks but here they are. The pokemon gently guides her through the forest, the psychic connection between her and the gardevoir that has been at her side for awhile now strained but strong enough to tell her where to go.

"You know, it helps to walk through with a little more of a plan in mind." she offers by way of greeting, observing the look on the other woman's face in the dark as seeming more lost than anything else. She doesn't blame her, the forest would be difficult in the dark for most. "What are you even here for?" she asks.

And while Isra is waiting for an answer she gets absolutely tired of how badly he heels are sinking into the ground. Leaning forward the woman plucks them and their matching little socks off her feet, holding them in one hand. The earth is wet against her bare feet but it is a welcome change at the moment.

Stormy Silph

[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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Isra chuckles softly, because it is a plan indeed but a plan incomplete. "And your plan to find them?" she inquires with a raised brow, though it would be hard to tell in the dark for most. Isra's eyes have already adjusted to the minimal lighting and then some. The woman is used to making out the difference in the shadows of the night.

There is a shake of her head before she answers again. "So am I, this happened last year as well. I've been wondering if there isn't something that stirs this time of year and causes it to spread. the way it seems to." if she is bothered by the other woman's harsher tone she does not show it. Instead Isra seems to disregard it entirely.

There is a tug in her mind but it hold nothing worthy of note just yet, as the psychic types continue to feel through the branches of the trees for what they seek. The small pokemon are likely huddled somewhere unexpected. After all the recent weather has been nothing short of unusual and Isra imagines much of the wild life is still upset from it.

Stormy Silph

[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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"Didn't say you weren't." the tone is surprisingly gentle from a woman so easy to see as cold as ice. Many probably do even, but Isra has never seen herself as Ice.

Isra watches her in the dark, eyes used to reading the shadows. She can't help noting the firmness of the other woman's tone, something she hasn't actually seen that much from her. There's a tug from her pokemon, Isra looks in the direction it wishes to send her and wonders how far they might have to go.

Bare feet are quickly coated in mud and stray grass, clinging to the bottoms like leeches. Isra grins beneath the darkness of the canopy, because to her there are few greater feelings than the earth beneath her feet. "Lucille has found something this way, if you'd like to avoid spending the rest of the night out here." There's a grin in her tone more so than there is one in the dark.

Isra does not wait for an answer, her steps are silent in the dark.

Stormy Silph

[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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"Agreed." she calls over her shoulder, though the woman adores the cold she is not immune to the effects of it and her feet will only go so long before they become numb. Though she will take it in stride until the night is over that doesn't change a known reality.

Isra does not seem to wait for her, following the guidance of her pokemon with surprising haste. If the roots in the ground or the softness of the earth should hinder her they do not. Isra is every bit a ghost in the night as she seems to be, moving past little obstacles in the dark without hesitation. The sound of dripping water soon catches her attention against the soft buzzing of the bugs in the trees and she realizes what her pokemon have found.

The whistle is sharp, the shift tells a tale and Stormy will soon find that should she get too far behind her the psychic type will tug at her mind, pulling her in the same direction as Isra. A silent guide as they move through the forest as Isra no longer needs it.

When they find each other again it is beside a pool of water, crystal clear beneath the light of the moon. Isra's eyes take to the sky for a moment, a silent prayer on her lips at the sight of it before she traces footsteps in the mud along the bank, looking for their mark.

Stormy Silph

[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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Isra seems to disregard her muttering and wave it off without much trouble. While she might have found it annoying from others she finds herself fond enough of Stormy to let such things slide. Though she doesn't answer her question at first, because that was exactly the one she was seeking to answer.

"I assume they are nesting somewhere near here."

And the fallen leaves on the ground that do not match the grass on the bank seem to imply that is true, Isra spots them in the moonlight and crouches down, inspecting them. "This way." she says plainly, following the trail of them across the bank side with ease. There's a small bounce in her step, walking on her toes instead of her heels as if she had never taken her shoes off to begin with.

So long as Stormy does not make too much noise, they should soon find themselves a cluster of sleeping budew bellow the moonlight

Stormy Silph

[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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the sound is almost damning in the otherwise silent world, something that makes Isra turn but her face is blank in the moonlight. She's used to how most are not nearly as quiet as she is.

The whistle is soft, mellow. The ghost emerges behind stormy and follows his dear isra's will without question. A shadow stretches underneath, larger and wide enough to walk on. The small platform of shadow details a trail that follows isra's footsteps down the bank.

Imp will walk behind her, as quiet as the ghost he is and keep her heavy feet from touch ground, for shadow makes no sound.

Isra gestures for her to follow, because she expects her to claim their prize in the same manner she plans to.

Stormy Silph

[attr="class","bodygoldt"]Isra Nightingale

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