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It cries from the snowbank ahead of her and she thinks as they near it that she has little interest in interacting with the pokemon. Chubby and dumb looking and nothing like what she wishes to fill her home with. Still, she crouches beside it for a moment, swishing its tail back and forth until it turns around to face her, her own pokemon does not seem to take notice and moves on without her. It whines up at her, slow and numb.

Isra will not take it home with her but picks it up nonetheless. Keeping it out in front of her at arms reach she carries it a ways down the path and leaves it somewhere that seems like it would offer some sort of shelter. A small treat gives it strength to crawl and curl up somewhere to survive the storm. She reminds herself that while she is willing to forsake humanity pokemon are a different thing. She can at least handle showing them a kindness that she might not show her fellows.

Eventually she will catch up with her froslass, dancing in the snow.

>>passing

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It just sort of waddles its way onto the path in front of them and she grimaces at the thing. Eyes narrowing as she looks at it trying to determine what exactly it was supposed to be.

Of course she knows it is from Galar, her knowledge of pokemon is expansive. Her experience a bit less so but that isn't exactly her fault.

"Eirlys." she whistles, low then high and her pokemon returns to her side and stares at it with her.

"It's godawful Eirlys." she nods her agreement.

She whistles and the pokemon moves around the wild thing that is in their way and honestly, an absolute eyesore. She could at least take pity on the other one but frankly this thing should have stayed in Galar.

The Froslass' icy breath descends on the bug, freezing it into place.

Heeled boots make a crescent shape as they pass it.

>>ew no, apparently

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They come across a frozen over creek, small and easy to o miss on the path and Isra tries desperately to refrain. She shouldn't indulge herself so whimsically in this notion and yet- when will she really get the chance again? Slow and steady steps brings her out onto the ice of the pond and she starts to get a feel for her movements on the ice.

Before long Isra is sliding along it with a fair amount of amusement at her own childish need to enjoy the weather. She can't help it. No one is watching anyway. She might as well have just a little bit of fun, no?

The woman is oblivious to the colorful fish that is frozen beneath the water's surface, not that she would have saved it anyway. No, that things was well bellow her. She's better off not even realizing how close to it she came.

>nope