A voice broke through the silence mere moments after it had fallen, seemingly coming from the neighboring room giving way to the main bath.

"Camille, no- don't you dare!"

What followed was faint noises of something being kicked over, some muttering one keen of hearing would make out to be a surprisingly colorful variety of Kalosian swear words, and the happy chittering of a Flabébé rushing outside towards the water. Inside, Galayne looked rather disgruntled, quickly trying to clean the mini-mess her floral partner had made of a stack of plastic cups, and the tiny wooden seat she'd nearly tripped over trying to stop her.

Not quite how she'd expected to start the new year, but at least she was positively certain there was no-one else nearby. Or so the Kalosian thought, until she entered the outdoor hotsprings, looking straight at the blonde man enjoying the water. Camille, Galayne's Flabébé, triumphantly hopped around on her blue flower, while her owner turned beet-red and quickly scurried over to the edge of the bath with her towel, muttering an apologetic "Imsorryyouhadtohearthat, thatwasunbecoming." before sliding into the water.


Gunner Graves

At least he was kind enough to reassure her, even if she'd still remain somewhat flustered about it. Though she could blame the flush on her cheeks on the hot water in a few minutes, and just pretend all was well and innocent.

The curtain of steam obscuring quite a bit of the bath's guests was something she'd be thankful for later. Not because she was shy about showing some skin, but moreso for the way it hid the Typhlosion from her sight-- the fire pokémon having gone unnoticed to the Kalosian. Maybe for the best; because her Flabébé had picked up on its scent, but didn't go over to check on it solely because of its trainer's fear.

So instead, Camille went to annoy the blonde man addressing its trainer, floating over to shamelessly poke the man's arm with her flower.

Galayne on the other hand was none the wiser of Camille's intentions. "Heh, it was," she smiled sheepishly, turning towards Gunner. "You heard part of Anistar's infamous local vocabulaire... which uh, I wasn't meaning to share with the public." she muttered the latter, waving her arms underneath the surface. "Where in Kalos have you visited, if I might ask?"



Gunner Graves

"Coumarine and Kiloude are amazing hotspots to visit, truly. Especially the view on the trainrides there; I've traveled those dozens of times, but they never cease to amaze me!" she smiled, fondly recalling the memories of said travels.

From beyond the steam she could hear the happy chittering of Camille, who was now happily floating her way to perch upon the Kalosian's head. She wondered what the little one had been up to, but it did not seem like any mischief this time around, so she could find out later. Instead, when Gunner introduced himself, she did the same thing-- although she purposely excluded her last name. Not quite sure what to do with it. But the fewer people knew she was in Hoenn, the better.

"Enchanté, Gunner," she inclined her head in something akin to a bow. "I'm Galayne, or Lena, if you so wish. Whichever you prefer."

"Though, on another note, if you ever get the chance to travel to Kalos again, I highly suggest visiting Anistar or Couriway. It might be a bit out of the way, but it's definitely worth it."


Gunner Graves

"Born and raised, like my father and his father before him." she nodded, having only a slight internal panic before settling down again. Mentioning her family had always lived in Anistar wasn't such a strange thing in Kalos, many families never moved away from their roots. And when they did, they often returned. At least, so she'd been taught.

Her head perked when she heard the low rumbling of his Typhlosion. From where she sat she could only make out a silhouette, large, but lacking flames. She honestly had no idea what it could be from just its sound or silhouette, but it interested her nonetheless. "Is that your pokémon?" she asked, sitting up a bit straighter to have a better look; to no avail. Her curiosity had been piqued however, and now she had to find out, even going as far as to scoot a little closer, unaware what she was getting closer to.



Gunner Graves

She gave the question some thought; there was the obvious answer, but was there more to her sneaky ways? "Hmmm, probably becoming a firefighter? I could've done that back in Anistar as well, but I suppose my family's protective nature was the reason I opted to change regions entirely." Becoming a firefighter was a goal set in stone, but the fact everyone knew who she was back in Kalos was a major setback. It'd prove a hurdle, while Hoenn was uncharted territory. At least here she could earn her place fair and square.

Gunner introducing his pokémon however was something that currently held her attention in full.

The way her lips cracked into a smile when the Typhlosian barked its greeting said more about the Kalosian's enthusiasm than her words could convey. Especially since the species wasn't one she was familiar with. "Nice to meet you too, Guinevere," she gently waved back at the fire type. "I've never seen a pokémon like her before," she said, keeping her eyes on Gunner's partner while addressing him. "Is she native to this region?"

After hearing his reply, she'd pop up her hands, allowing for the Flabébé to settle on her palms. "Camille and I haven't been together all that long, only a few years, but we've been inseparable ever since." Galayne said, although she couldn't deny the pang of guilt settling deep within, for the true partner she could no longer keep at her side. Not that she let anyone notice, remaining straight-faced as Camille made a show out of posing toughly for their new acquaintance.



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