sea witch
she/her
thirty two
september 23
snow point
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Olivia Abbiati
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POSTED ON Jul 10, 2019 8:38:23 GMT
olivia was, in fact, very much so in need of an ally. as the younger girl pointed out, she was alone in a region far from home that was, ironically, her true home. surrounded by people who rejected her, doubted her. olivia gave cait a small sad smile as she took a seat on the ancient step. her eyes were downcast as she looked at meara as she patted the purring pokemon. "there was one thing i did not mention of my faith." the abbiati woman confessed as she continued to pet her vaporeon. "we grow up in solitude, seeing our immediate family rarely, and only on occasions of significance; besides that, we read and study the book of salt. for years and years, until we are deemed worthy of the name abbiati."
"i wasn't. they doubted me, my own people, doubted my intellect. i was too young to have mastered our mysteries. too naïve to unravel our lore. too eager to have a stone heart of the sea." olivia said softly. "so, i left." she whispered. "i left for academia, where i should have been understood; yet, they saw me as a hermit. doubted me as well. even as i taught their schoolings, conquered their lore, and demolished their test... and i left again." olivia noted quietly.
she up looked to cait, her eyes wells of blue, the pools inside reflecting the viridian of cait's. "i arrived to hoenn, to this sacred place of holiness - only to be ignored by what little family i had in the region, maimed by rocket, and doubted by my peers - it repeated, this cycle of doubt, all over again." olivia's face was calm, the smile solid, but her eyes gave her away. they always did, for if one looked deep enough, the seed of worry had been planted. "doubt in myself, in my abilities, in my faith."
"my pokemon are dear to me, yes, but in this region of legend and strife i need more than their companionship to keep me afloat." olivia said. "i need a friend, one who understands cycles like those of nature. who knows the people. who knows the stories. who, might understand me." she uttered. it was difficult, even for her as she spoke, to tell what was sincere and what was a lie. now, at this moment in time, her emotions were a wreck.
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