cai
she/her
twenty-three
may 15
fortree
bisexual
herbalist
civilian
slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light
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cait alfric
brink . [ mission ]
POSTED ON Jun 22, 2020 12:40:56 GMT
cait acknowledges derek's stance with a nod, deciding that it would indeed be wise not to press. while she considered the man a friend, she didn't consider them close enough for her to pry excessively. so she allowed him his privacy - as was his right - and instead focused on caius's wishful statement.
"we're in need of more gym leaders," she admitted. "quite a few men and women have been cycled in and out this year."
the young woman was certain that the council were mildly frustrated by the apparent lack of reliable applicants. the pickings were slim and it was likely their choices were sorely limited. quite a few cities lacked proper leadership at present, which was especially unfortunate in the aftermath of the war.
"machamp, you alright sparrin' with blaziken here?"
her fighting-type gave an affirmative nod before she eyed derek's accompanying jolteon.
"hm."
she reached for the belt secured around her slim waist, producing a capsule and revealing its contents with a single press of the button. a glameow appeared, his gaze fixed upon the jolteon.
"i think these two would make for a decent match," cait suggested.
the young woman then flitted her gaze between the pair of men, a teasing edge entering her tone of voice.
"so which one of you want to take me on?"
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