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POSTED ON Apr 4, 2022 14:17:49 GMT

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I want to hear you
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I know you want
it in the worst way.

“Hmmhmm. I suppose you could say that.” Mòrag responded before sipping on her tea and exhaling. It was quite hot, but Mòrag had long since become used to piping hot tea, practically synonymous with Galarian mornings. The familiarity soothed her somewhat.

“I’m not entirely sure I could help you too much. My methods of gaining experience were… unconventional, to say the least, and I can’t say I would recommend them to anyone else. That said, I can tell you what works for a lot of people. Travelling on routes, fighting and perhaps catching wild pokémon, and battling with your fellow trainers. Even if you don’t get into a battle, the trip itself has value to the eyes of many. It will be slow going, but there is no shortcut to strength, nor the understanding of yourself and your pokémon. Trust me on this.”

Mòrag sipped from her tea again before continuing, “Of course, I’m more than willing to assist you with gaining experience. Whether it be pointers, a battle, I do enjoy assisting my fellow trainers in these ways. In a way, it teaches me as well. I believe it a valuable experience. Do not yet despair, your growth will come with time.”

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Perhaps she revealed just how inexperienced she was in the field of Pokémon training. But whether she did or not, didn’t seem to affect Mòrag the slightest. Elinor listened though deep down she was aware of the things Mòrag suggested, those things just seemed so, amateurish. But maybe that’s where she had been wrong. Maybe she couldn’t forego the experience of traveling if she wanted to be a proper trainer.
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“I suppose you are right. I may need to take the time out of my schedule to do a real and proper journey.” She seemed thoughtful but reluctant in her words. Though any reluctance was not born of not wanting, but suddenly sensing a tightening pressure around her, as if she was subconsciously reminding herself that she had things more important than a silly dream, to attend to.
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She took a sip, then a deep breath as she tried to push the sensation away. It took a second, but then she could turn her attention back to Mòrag. Placing the cup down once more, she began. “I am always willing to accept assistance, though I suppose you would need to see my team in action before you could give any pointers.” She took another bite of her sandwich, delicately chewing upon the bit she separated from the rest of it.

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I want to hear you
calling my name.
I know you want
it in the worst way.

Hmm. The way Elinor spoke reminded her of… well, her, once upon a time. Dreams and desires, but held down by an innate sense of obligation alongside a dependency upon her parents, unable to break free from the invisible yoke place upon her, perhaps unaware that she even carried it by virtue of how long it had been on her. Mòrag internally debated her response, wondering if she should poke at that as she slowly ate her food. These eggs were nice, come to think of it…

“Parents keep you busy, hmm?” Mòrag finally spoke, her tone knowing, “A word of advice, and if nothing else, at least consider what I’m about to say now. Whatever it is they’re offering, it’s not worth sacrificing your wants and dreams for.”

Mòrag paused to let her words sink in, her face losing its casual smile, replaced with a serious, genuine look. After a moment, she would continue.

“They will tell you that you’ve a duty to carry on their business, that yours is a dream of naïve fools, and that you’ll eventually grow into your role, but all that is merely an attempt to make you doubt yourself and accept what they’re imposing upon you. Give in to their demands, and you’ll live out an empty life, always wondering what could have been.” She exhaled before continuing, “I know what it’s like, because… I was once in a position very similar to yours. Truth be told, it was why I first spoke to you. I had thought us kindred spirits, in a sense.”

She seemed to finally be done, regaining her smile once more, “I apologise for the sudden… heavy topic. I just felt the need to say something. In any case, I’d be quite happy to see your team in action, if the notion yet pleases you.”

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Elinor nodded along as Mòrag began on her little advice-giving. Each time she did, that nod became heavier, as if the yoke was tightened. She couldn’t help but blame herself for her emotions being too easily spotted by this stranger, which was what Mòrag in actuality was, and blame herself for what she was listening to as if the very words that Mòrag spoke were some form of heresy that she had allowed in simply by virtue of letting her interests seep into the conversation.
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By the time Mòrag began to speak about duty, Elinor could no longer keep her eyes on the woman, instead, she stared blindly at her cup. Though Mòrag spoke of possibilities. The things she described had already happened, her parents had already spoken those words, though that was long ago and back then she accepted them as the only way forward. Had the equipage already been placed upon her back then she wondered, the answer was probably yes.
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But now, here she was, someone of similar standing was offering her advice that went completely against what her parents had taught her. She could feel how her hands were starting to tremble, though she knew not if it was because of nervousness or anger. She crossed her arms trying to hide the trembles, though her attempt would probably make the change all the more noticeable. She took a deep calming breath, and forced her eyes away from the cup and up to meet the eyes of Mòrag. “You truly do speak from experience, hmm.” Though she was busy being flooded by emotions, a tiny voice in her mind yelled out in confident happiness that at least she had been right about her assumption on the lineage of Mòrag.
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She had thought herself in control of the situation, she had thought that the metaphorical yoke around her neck, which was now painfully obvious, had been handed to her. But clearly, that was never the case. She was leashed like all the others. Oh, how could I be such a fool to think myself better? She thought, realizing at this moment what her siblings had probably realized years ago. A small chuckle escaped her, as she figured whatever façade she might’ve tried to keep up had completely demolished itself in front of Mòrag. “I suppose my thoughts on your advice are obvious. However painful it was to hear I still thank you for letting me hear it.” Her words trembled if only slightly as she was actively trying to regain control of herself.
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And with that, it seemed Mòrag was done discussing this heavy topic. Elinor nodded and laughed quietly at the almost one-hundred-and-eighty degrees turn Mòrag did on the theme of this talk. It was refreshing and helped wash away the feeling of a tightening leash, though it was still there. “Oh, the notion definitely still pleases me.”

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POSTED ON Apr 10, 2022 18:56:53 GMT

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I want to hear you
calling my name.
I know you want
it in the worst way.

Mòrag watched as realisation slowly dawned on Elinor, all the weight that she had previously forgotten had existed came gradually pressing down on her at once, hands trembling even as she tried to calm herself. She understood that feeling well, of realising just how many lies she lived under, of trying to come to terms with the reality she was in, as if the foundation she lived on was crumbling.

She said nothing, not until Elinor herself finally replied. Offering a simple nod, Mòrag would speak.

“Aye, you could say that.” She said plainly, “I suppose by now, it’s rather obvious who I am, or at the very least, the sort of upbringing I’ve had. I’ve long since left behind that life, though, for better and for worse.”

A lot of it for the worse, quite frankly. Mòrag’s life was one of duress and suffering, and she didn’t have much of anything to show for it. Not now, at least. In the position she was in, she would be forced to rebuild everything from the ground up, all while under the hawk’s gaze of the League. How incredibly aggravating.

Mòrag gave Elinor time to let everything sink in and regain some control over her emotions, not judging her or urging her to continue, simply allowing her whatever she needed before speaking once more. Once Elinor finally regained enough composure to speak again, Mòrag offered her a smile. A genuine one, rather than the polite one she had worn throughout the conversation.

“Think nothing of it, Elinor. I’m just glad I got the opportunity to say it to you.” She told her, reaching in her pocket for her phone, “Now, much as I’d love to see your team in action sooner rather than later, I do have reports to make and other busywork to do. I’m always kept busy by my higher-ups, I’m afraid. That said, there’s always some time in my schedule for other activities. Perhaps we should exchange numbers and agree on a time and place?”

Of course, while Mòrag was genuinely interested in Elinor’s team, there was an ulterior motive here. She wanted Elinor to go deep into pokémon training, experiencing and understanding its joys, and in so doing, come closer to freeing herself from the control of her parents. It wouldn’t be easy, but if she could do it…

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Mòrag waited with the patience of a saint for Elinor to come to terms with her newfound revelation. She didn’t even comment before Elinor seemed ready. A thoughtful nod was made as Mòrag deduced that Elinor had guessed from which upbringing she hailed. “Well, I didn’t want to assume too much. But yes, it is now obvious that I was on the right track.” Though it felt nice to have deduced so much. It was a bittersweet gift as it had come with a painful revelation.
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In hindsight maybe if she had turned her skills of deduction inwards rather than outwards she might’ve noticed the chains sooner. Needless to say, their meeting was reaching its natural conclusion, foodstuff consumed, and an important topic of the day spoken about. All of it pointed in one direction. Since Mòrag was surely still on the clock she had work to get back to.
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“Understandable,” Elinor stated, she gave her signature nod and a small smile as Mòrag informed her of the need to get back to work. She wasn’t disappointed, she knew it wouldn’t happen today, but now her appetite for battling had been wet for the day, and she would have to find some release for it. “Yeah, let us exchange contact details,” Elinor said.
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She retrieved her phone from one of her pockets and opened the menu for adding a new contact. She would then type in all the information Mòrag provided, and she would even provide her own in return. And with that, the fateful meeting met its end, not in relaxed joy, but melancholic pain, a pain which only ignorance kept from her, and now it no longer would do so.
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