There was always going to be pain in trying to bury the past. Looking back at its still face before being one with the flowers of memorial as bright as the times of joy now spent. Still, they couldn't keep mourning what couldn't be changed; moving onward wouldn't be easy at first but no journey began without leaving comforts.

The Alolan looked to connections via their phone as his Espeon helped him filter through possible suitors. As she knew what Otto thought before he did, Amaltheia was snide and unforgiving in her opinion on their profiles and aura in their posture. <<Eugh. Nobody is impressed by that skimpy Magikarp. Camera angle does him no favors either.>> She retches in telepathy, cleansing her velvet face as if she had been slapped with the fish pokemon. Otto sighs, seeing there was only four other people that the Espeon would admit to see her human and not a one seemed to share interest. The next person in the quota had made that problem seem less troubling.

"Hey, Amaltheia. How about him?" The pokemon lifts her head, eyes alight in interest as she and her trainer took in the stranger's appearance. He seemed well built and was responsible enough to handle a farm in Oldale Town. He was a year younger than Otto, but it wasn't a number too far out of their range for a potential partner. They looked to the violet feline who had yet to find a trait to be petty over. <<Hmm. Why don't we see if he responds to a message.>>

It felt like they had been caught in a whirlwind, the moments between sending a simple "hello" to now meeting Elisha at his residence. The Wooloo and Dubwool bleat in curiosity at the odd person waltzing through their home. Some gather in clutches along the fence, soulful beady eyes looking for any feed that may be in their bejeweled hands. The Espeon remained out of her pokeball, a brightly colored service vest showing off she was here for Otto's reassurance and safety. Otto felt as if he were a flock of startled Butterfree beneath a sheet of a human mirage; it was exciting to meet people that may take interest in them, but prison had filed their nerves to be on edge when in an unfamiliar place.

Amaltheia's tail coiled around his calf, reminding him to breathe and don't let bad experiences inflict self-doubt. With a deep breath, Otto rang the doorbell. There was hardly a moment to let the Espeon's encouragement seep in before @elisha draped himself across the threshold of his home. He was quite built with a imposing yet mysterious feel upon first seeing him face-to-face. Otto's breath had been stolen away, his own sheperds having to corral words to their mouth as they were invited in. "Oh, they were just seeing who was visiting. They all have such sweet faces, I'd be out petting them all day." They smile as they walk inside Eli's home, taking in the decor.

@elisha

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