For someone who chose to spend most of her waking hours with her nose stuck in a book or two, Alecto was coming to appreciate these long walks through nature. It was cold enough that the green-eyed woman did not feel uncomfortable, the brisk winter breeze feeling refreshing over the pale skin of her face.

Saint was perched on her shoulder, grinning like a lunatic at nearby pokemon, showcasing a row of perfectly razor-sharp teeth and the willingness to use them should any come nearer. Alecto, for the most part, let him do his thing. She wasn't one to overly worry about whatever damage to the local ecosystem her Sableye might cause.

Case in point when the ghost type chose to vanish from her shoulders, and a cry followed soon after. It was only curiosity which led Alecto to follow the sound, weaving her way through thick foliage and over some brambles to peer at whatever Saint had decided to torment.

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