the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
haven [solo w]
POSTED ON Jan 25, 2019 17:27:04 GMT
[attr="class","freypost"]the falls have an ethereal quality about them. she closes her eyes so that she may listen to the sound of close-by waterfalls. the cavernous expanse of the cave resonates with its winding inner rivers, the ripple of smaller streams stretching from the interior. she can hear the sounds of life from within the cave as well; high-pitched screeches that sound from a local swoobat colony, the occasional grumble of dragon-types hidden somewhere deeper.
the cave is rather large, yes, but she decides (although mostly because of moxie's response) to call forth lyune rather than her newly caught steelix. though she knows it will take some getting to know the personality of the pokemon before she can find its name, she feels it's more proper to allow lyune the prospect of visiting his old home.
the battle-scarred dragon nestles onto the ground beside her, neck exposed. his eyes glitter at his surroundings.
freya slips wordlessly onto his back, lovingly stroking the rough scales of his neck. she squeezes his shoulder blade and he rises. his wings unfurl halfway, hind legs bunching behind him. he jumps, flaps once, and lands heavily on a ledge a good fifteen feet from where they'd just been standing.
freya drinks in her surroundings, admiring the pool of water that gathers and tips over the edge of the ledge. several dragon-types look up at them, heads cocked towards lyune.
"do you remember this?" freya murmurs. he'd been but a bagon when her father had captured him, but still the salamence nods. he steps forward, lowers his head and tail as he approaches their side of the pool. the dragon-type's tense body language shows that they're wary, though freya feels as though they won't move to attack.
lyune drinks from the spring. as he laps the water up, freya watches some of the dragons recede, others taking their place by the watering hole. a single hakamo-o catches her eye, though only because it's smaller than usual, and because it's the only one amongst the throng of dragons.
it meets her eyes, cocks its head. freya sits a bit straighter, fingers pressing into lyune's neck. the dragon licks his lips and looks up curiously, following his trainer's gaze and locking eyes with the hakamo-o.
the other dragons chuff and look sideways at the hakamo-o. they don't respect her because she's smaller, frey realizes.
"tell her that she's welcome to come with us. that i will bring out her potential and work with her until she may return here and prove herself to them." the salamence begins his gravelly speech before freya is even halfway through. he's used to her recruitment of dragons for her father. though over the past few years, freya has offered to train dragons and release them back into the wilds if they so wish.
the other dragons quiet in their ridicule and stare at the hakamo-o, almost stunned. freya can see the gears turning in the dragon's head. and then she nods.
when she leaps across the pool, her hind paws slip on its edge. front claws dig into the pale orange stone and she hauls herself up, a new, wild sort of light in her eyes. freya detaches a free pokeball and offers it to the dragon, who touches her nose to it and disappears inside.
to lyune, she murmurs, "do you need more time here?"
the salamence thinks about it and then shakes his head, turning his neck so he can look at freya out of the corner of his eye. a lump forms in her throat and she swallows, understanding the dragon's unspoken words. his home is with her now. there's nothing left for him here.
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