the ascendant
she/her
twenty-nine
November 03
sootopolis
demisexual
councilwoman
champion
i got new love, new skin to wrap myself in
ritual [sw]
POSTED ON Jun 2, 2019 22:01:39 GMT
[attr="class","freypost"]it's while she's still dabbing at her eye and making sure she's gotten every bit of mud from it that she spots it. the purple gooey dragon sits just under the water's surface, beady black eyes staring curiously at the trainer and her two pokemon. she ignores it for now, allowing it to believe that she hasn't seen it.
she nods slowly towards fafnir and the dragon looks at her, slightly confused. calcifer snorts a frustrated puff of smoke and chuffs under his breath.
the goomy, at this point, wades closer to them. freya looks up and at it now, surprised at its boldness, and realizes that it's so small. an infant, perhaps. fafnir leans a bit closer, curiosity getting the better of him, and the goomy leaps, suctioning itself to the surprised dragon's belly.
fafnir's wings flare in response and freya ducks. "cal," she says slowly, "ask it where its parents are." the charmeleon growls out a few words and the goomy warbles back. fafnir's arms move down to the purple glob and calcifer looks down, then at freya with a shake of his head.
she bites her lip. "oh." she'd come here for another soldier, for another dragon in her arsenal, another combatant for the cause. but she can't leave it alone here. and, amused, she realizes that she'd probably have a hard time getting fafnir to let the little one go.
freya extends a hand, pokeball cupped in her palm. "come here, little one. we'll take care of you now." it--she--looks uncertain. fafnir leans down and grumbles and then the goomy slides to the floor, slinking to freya's outstretched hand, and disappears inside the ball.
catching goomy! |
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