Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
Carried By The Wind (O)
POSTED ON Oct 15, 2022 1:20:29 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] La Vie en Rose [break][break] [break] The brisk chill of autumn had descended upon the Petalburg Woods, heralded by darkening leaves of red and gold.
Beneath the canopy of gilt foliage, Elisabeth continued in this ritual she had begun since first moving to the region at winter's end: taking a daily stroll in the woods outside her little cottage.
Her preferred season, as it happened, was spring.
As a gardener, perhaps it was inevitable that she'd prefer the time that flowers bloomed most, as opposed to when they began to wilt on the stem. In those early months in Hoenn, mysterious Gracideas and crystablooms had flourished here in abundance; now, instead, enchanting leaves of sunset hues littered the forest floor.
Elisabeth silently loved this, enjoying the beauty of nature in moments of exquisite, uninterrupted solitude.
Not so for her Pokémon, however. A pink-winged Vivillon hovered at the blonde's side, darting ahead of her meandering mistress with an impatient flutter of her wings. "Slow down, Petal," Elisabeth chided, a hand resting on her forehead as she shook her head.
It was a useless effort. Butterflies were such easily distracted creatures.
A babbling brook came into view as Elisabeth pursued her Vivillon, and as she did so, the sight of a Phanphy next came into focus, playfully scattering leaves to and fro with its trunk. Elisabeth blinked at the small Pokémon with faint surprise; were Phanphy native to the Petalburg Woods? She'd never thought so.
Then her gaze lifted to see the elephant's trainer resting in the shade, a pesky irritant having lasered in on the stranger with great interest.
For the Vivillon was nosily peering over the strange woman's shoulder, casting a shadow over her sketchpad with large, gossamer wings.
"Petunia." The butterfly's full name came out in an exasperated, apologetic sigh. "What have I told you about bothering others?"
What a mortifying first impression.
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