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Make it dark, like dark dark cocoa >w>

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Apparently it was a great idea to reach this city-[break][break]

- by foot.[break][break]

She was practically freezing in this cold and, despite dressing up appropriately for this weather, she found herself shivering nonetheless. Despite slowly tucking her chin into her coat, pulling the wool beanie over her head and clutching her fingers in her mittens, she couldn't quite fend off the cold. On the other hand, the petite, white vulpine pokemon seemed to be revelling in this weather. Her brother blue eyes seemed to shine from within the snow, fur and tail being covered with the flakes to the point no one would be able to differentiate. "I know you really like the cold.." As the young woman stares down at the content vulpix, she pulls out a pokeball and slowly holds it up whilst crouching down to meet its eye level. "I'm on a mission right now so.. Would you mind staying in here until we finish?" Her voice is soft, but the perked up ears could easily hear her trainer's voice. With a chipper yip, a red light envelops the petite pokemon as she's transported back into the ball. [break][break]

Night was beginning to settle in, evident by the blanket of twilight slowly being placed across the sky. Thankfully, the moon and the stars - along with the faint glow o the sun from the horizon - was enough light to guide her to where she needed to go. She had worried that the amount of snow would put her in a disadvantage; she wasn't about to be slipping and embarrassing herself this time, and now in front of the partner she was assigned this mission to. [break][break]

"Phew.." She brings her hands to cover her lips, slowly sighing out into the fabric as it absorbs the warmth and moisture. Sapphire eyes dart around in subtle paranoia as the darkness and isolation begins to stir up anxiety from the pits of her stomach. Thankfully, she's able to reach a large cottage with little problems to find a man already standing outside of the door. Another deep breath as she brings her hands to her chin. 'Alright, Elora.. Deep breaths. You'll be okay. Just.. don't be awkward.' She quietly thinks to herself, some crude attempt at giving herself some pep talk. [break][break]

"Eh--..!" Her voice squeaks. It suddenly squeaks, then stops from the lump that involuntarily formed in her throat to choke her up. Elora's own face goes pale-- She had one job, and that was to say hello. Make an introduction, ask questions regarding the mission - anything. [break][break]

"Excuse me. Are you Lucas Lane..?" Her voice is soft even while approaching the wooden stairs leading up the porch of the large cottage. [break][break]

... Maybe she was just overthinking things.

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Look at how late this is 2/5

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She was grateful. [break][break]

Not for the cold, not for the silence. The darkness was beginning to make her uncomfortable, the chilly air that swivelled through the holes and cracks of the otherwise warm wool that hugged her body was making her hair stand on end. Elora instinctively holds her arms together, gloved hands gently clutching onto the sides of her arms in a futile attempt to warm herself up. As of right now, she was standing in front of who should be another team member; an ally. She was supposed to look like she were strong, like she could handle the cold. Why was she having so much difficulty? Maybe it was the cold that made her empty stomach churn. Maybe it was the cold winds blowing against her leggings that made her knees weak; whatever excuse she came up with, it didn't hide the obvious fact she was nervous. [break][break]

She musters the courage to take a breath of cold air, the frosted sigh coming out in a puff of dissipating white. "Alright.. That sounds like a plan." Though her outwardly persona appeared particularly more put off with the cold (something she could pawn her worries off, thank goodness) she still found it all the most difficult when it came to interacting with.. Others. It had only been recently since she's come to Hoenn, leaving her old life behind (or attempted to, she doesn't know of the worst to come) so she hadn't exactly been able to conform or associate herself with the other citizens. People. Members of the League. Not yet. [break][break]

The warm rush of air that comes from the cottage is refreshing, warming up the otherwise frozen face as her eyes catch the bright glow from within the building. Bright, blue orbs glance up to the darker man as he motioned and beckoned her to step before him, which prompts a small, faint smile to form whilst she makes her way inside. "Thank you.." Her voice is soft in passing, finally reaching indoors and appropriately taking her shoes off at the rug. She wouldn't want her wet shoes to melt against the beautiful floor, after all. Her eyes lock to the man whom had welcomed them in, and she bows her head in instinctive courtesy as the man smiles. "Come in, you two." He maintains his smile, how ever wry it may have been. [break][break]

Even though it tries so hard to maintain itself. [break][break]

The man leads them to the main living room, furnished with two couches neatly placed on opposite sides of a wooden coffee table, and a television that was placed on the other side of the room whereas a warm fireplace burned on the other side of the table. Elora seats herself first, but appropriately leaves room for Lucas to take a seat next to her. "So.." She quietly starts. A lump is beginning to form in her throat, but she immediately forces it down with a soft gulp. ".. May I ask the details of the problem..?"

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