Mirri sighed. She liked manors like this one, in principle. They did remind her of home, after all. Of Galarian castles, of wide fortifications one could take a stroll on during the night to clear one’s head. Those had always been her refuge, alongside the hidden little crannies and even secret passages where she could easily withdraw to whenever social pressure became too much. She missed these days, even though by now she was an adult. The option was always there to just, well, leave. At any time, she could go if she did not feel it. But that had the opposite effect. As a child, she’d had to be there. She couldn’t just leave, but only had to stay as long as necessary.



Now as an adult? It was her call to make. And it was so difficult. Even when she was just pretending to drink and participate in a conversation that went well above her head. It was just…difficult. Somehow, she had managed to slip out tonight, only a little bit intoxicated but still feeling way too warm. Hence, she had come outside, walking across one of the bigger balconies in lieu to having a proper palisade to use. It felt reassuring, in a way. The cold air was refreshing and she could focus on sounds of nature instead of needing to listen to any conversation. Just having those moments to herself saw her smile to herself.



Until she noticed motion from the corner of her eyes. It was difficult to make out, but she was a trained knight. One that was awkward around people, yes, but she knew to act first on a hunch like that. Hence, she called out her Corviknight into a mid-air position and got onto it right away. Wasting no time, the two of them dove the relatively short distance swiftly, almost naturally flying right into the path of the cacturne, metallic wings ready to intercept needles potentially being shot at the other – and protecting its rider in the process as well. “Are you alright, lady?” The latter called out to the other without looking, her eyes fixated on the dark type.


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“I got about five of them,” she replied. Once she had seen the other starting to rely on sweet scent, Mirri had been confident about how that istuation would go. Hence, she had taken off towards another group near the water. Lacking any such sweet incentives, she had instead chosen to rely on her small arsenal of ghosts. The Honedges in particular were used to this kind of work from her time in Galar, so they knew how to slowly but sternly approach the Mareep and start herding them towards where they needed to go.

The Aegislash, in the meantime, floated above and darted down each time one of the Mareep veered off the path, evidently ready and willing to lead them back onto the path they were meant to take. It wasn’t the most elegant solution. But it was what she had at hand. Especially since she had lent out her Mudbray. In a way, she was utilizing her whole team there. “We should be coming up to where you are soon, so please let them in.” That way, she would not have to get to the ground herself. Seemed a lot more efficient that way.


katrina murphy

Meeting others again was always awkward. Well, meeting new people was, too. But it was slightly different with those that she already had introduced herself. Those introductions and initial intricacies were about half the things she knew about. Maybe even more. Hence, talking to someone again was always odd.

But then again, she could not say no to this either. For one, because it would be rude. But also because she kind of did need more experience in this regard. She would not exactly get better at it if she never tried, after all. And thus, she would try. Especially since this lady seemed nice. Even though their previous encounters had left her slightly…inconclusive in a way. As if she still did not know where things were at.

But then again, she felt like that most of the time. So, it wasn’t too out of the ordinary, either. Best if she just went in without any preconceived notions. Hence, the woman wearing a grey coat to be prepared for the rain did take a deep breath before deciding to enter the shop, immediately scanning the place for her acquaintance.

It seemed like she didn’t need to do or say much. The latter part was particularly positive. Mirri certainly enjoyed the gentle breeze as she rose to the skies on her steed. Just as much as she enjoyed the brief reprieve that all of this provided to begin with. After all, up here she did not have to find words but could instead simply focus on her senses, trying to get a feeling for the air currents, get a lay of the land with her eyes and take in subtle scents as she was at it.

Well, less so the latter. The air was full of the usual noises and scents that came from an area with abundant nature. It was reassuringly familiar and allowed her to cut through some of the noise, audio or visual, as she scanned for Mareep. One she did find just about at the same time as her ground-bound companion. But the latter seemed to have that under control, so Mirri did not wish to interfere.

Instead, she looked around for the others and did indeed find a few more of them. Not too far from the watering hole, indeed. Mirri decided to fly closer, for now, trying not to stir up the Mareep, just so she would not startle the one that her companion was stalking.


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A knight from Galar? That was an odd way to put it, as far as she was concerned. There were orders of knights, so there was no singular entity a knight would automatically refer to. But to jump from her introduction right to that was odd, at least for Mireille. But maybe that was just her failing to pick up on certain social cues again. It would not be the first time.

Hence, she just chalked it up to that. Instead, she focused on trying to relax in the presence of someone more important than herself. “The pleasure is mine. And yes, I am a knight. Though not belonging to any order.” She would have never fit into one anyway. To be around others all the time? They would way too easily catch onto her limited reservoir of responses and bore of her. At least that was what she thought.

“I would gladly assist, of course. Is there anything special to consider?” Mirri had watched the lady’s work so far. And while she did not have a psychic user to help, she figured that she would be able to at least do the same thing mechanically. But it was always best to ask in order to ensure there would be no misunderstandings.


Elise Calcifet

Oh. Ohhh. Royalty. That certainly changed things. Subconsciously, she immediately straightened up when she got the confirmation, her steps and stance becoming just a bit more firm. She had mastered the art of not going completely stiff in the presence of her betters, but she was still not quite used to talking to them at all. Which made her usual issues even worse, at least temporarily.

But fortunately, she had her own canned responses to these kinds of matters. Hence, she immediately described a proper bow. “Mireille Wynter, at your service, your highness,” she started, like any proper knight would and should. That was, in her mind, how to best deal with situations like this. Next, she would add some honesty to a deflection. “I do not need anything, of course. I merely saw you working out here and since I have no business right now figured that I should see if you might need help with your task.”
What task, even? Mireille did not really knot much about these sorts of things. Was this just about canning beans? That hardly seemed royal work, confusing her even more. But that confusion was all contained within. Outwardly, she retained her composure. Even though that probably made her seem a bit dull and stiff after all.


Elise Calcifet

Despite everything, she was still Galarian. That was just a fact. One that she was proud of. A lot of people she met here did not notice. But to her, it was just part of her identity. Plus, it had legal ramifications. Their world was not one that cared too much about bureaucracy. But as a foreign national, she had to at least check in with the clerks now and then.

Hence, she visited the embassy from time to time. Her family she could call from anywhere, yes. But taking care of proper matters? That required proper channels. Hence, she had come here for the day. The year was coming to a close, after all. Taking care of administrative matters was part of it all too.

Plus she wanted to do that before winter came properly. Just because she had heard the puns one time too often already. Fortunately, today she had gone without. That put her in a good mood as she exited the embassy, looking around for something to do. To the side, still on the grounds, she spotted something peculiar. Usually, she was not a busybody that got into someone else’s business. But it was odd to see someone do manual labour like this. Especially a pretty lady wearing a business suit. That was peculiar enough for her to casually walk that way and observe matters.

Still though, that was it. Mirri kind of hoped that whoever that was either shoed her away or initiated some kind of conversation.
Because she did not really know how to.

The Mudbray neighed, though it seemingly did understand, soon enough lowering itself to be mounted properly, even by an inexperienced rider. “It seems like Mudbray is okay with it,” Mirri stated. It felt a bit superfluous to say that – or anything to that matter, but she just wanted to cover her bases. She did still remember her own first times, after all.

“You should probably catch one. Ranger business is usually outdoors, covering larger areas. Best to have a swimmer, flier and something to ride.” The latter she had considered superfluous initially. But she had learned back in Galar that there were enough ruins, tunnels and caves that having one paid off.
That being said, she proceeded to do things by the book as she mounted her own Corviknight. Briefly fiddling with her own headset of sorts, she tapped it for testing on the stated frequency. “Does this come in nice and clear? Always best to check early. Once you are settled, we can go. For now, simply go with your gut until I spot something from above.”


katrina murphy

Estelle Valentine

It would work timing-wise, since someone needed to have taught her. Mirri was very much coming at knighthood from the romanticized wanting to help others angle, so having someone that could check her in that regard would have been all but necessary, really. I always figured that she had a stricter/demanding teacher, so that could certainly check out. Anyway, timeline should work out, especially since Mirri didn't go to Hoenn until the current timeline either.

Good, good, the other had already extracted the important information. There were fifteen Mareep to find and return. Nothing else really mattered. She just assumed that there would not be any wild ones about. That made things easier.

Hence, she patted the Mudbray. Looking at the lady, Mireille could not help but smile. They were fairly cute together, she and that Mic. “A pleasure to meet Mic, too.” Hard not to enjoy the sight. But she did try to focus. Without further ado, she reached for another of her Pokeballs. From it emerged her Corviknight. “Good, good. We know what we are looking for and how many. Next, we have to find them.” Given that the other had acknowledged her as more experienced, she was obviously in the leader role now. That was paying it forward, really.
“I think I will take to the skies. To get a rough outline of the area and look for Mareep in the open. Did you bring communication or a mount of your own? I can lend you my Mudbray if need be. It seems to like you.” Having engaged work mode, she kept things short and concise. She had been given one of those newfangled headset-communications devices. Hopefully, the other had one too. Because that she had only one of and could not share.

But for now, she waited to organize all this. There was no reason to rush. The Mareep had been out for a while. A few more minutes would not change matters much. Better do this properly, than quickly.



katrina murphy

Estelle Valentine

I only just found this, but my dear Mirri here is also a Galarian knight. Though she mostly came to Hoenn to check up on her brother, she joined the rangers, but she never forgot her knightly roots in Galar. The girl was always more of a romantisizing lone wolf so I doubt she had much to do with the White Fangs, I could see them having run into one another in the past! Could probably have been a squire too, if the timelines match up. I kept all those details vague so that she could fit into stories like these, potentially. Any interest in that?

She arrived and decided that this would not be too bad. Riding her Mudbray, the knight-turned-ranger quickly spotted her junior partner. It had not taken long for this reversal of roles to happen. That probably spoke of her ability. Good. Mireille had been slightly irked to being a minor cadet at first. But it had not taken too long to get used to matters. Having to prove herself had not been too terrible.

And now she got to help such a beautiful junior. That was great already. Not that she showed much of that reaction outwardly. Mireille was a lady, after all. She could behave. As such, she casually dismounted the Mudbray in an almost casual motion. It belied a lot of experience in riding, if nothing else. And once she was on the ground, Mireille described a proper and perfect bow. “You must be Miss Murphy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.” That was how a knight should start a new meeting off, in her opinion.

But just because she was following the lines of her favourite novels did not mean that she wasn’t genuine at the same time. “Mireille Wynter, at your service.” That, too, was part of the spiel, so she committed to the role, one hand on her chest in an effort to portray this role of sorts well. “I take it you have already spoken to the farmer, Miss Murphy?”