The Unovan was pulled from whatever depths her mindly thoughts had descended towards when a voice resonated behind her, mentioning not being the only one having gravitated towards the statues. She'd not been paying attention to anyone approaching, but managed to hide the hint of a startle upon hearing Elaine Highland speak, and turned around, shifting her attention from the sculptures to the red-haired woman beside her.

"Ah, yes... well, they're truly a work of art. It'd be a waste not to pay attention to them merely because they're functioning as decoration, don't you think?" she smiled, glancing back at the sculpture of a Swanna she'd been staring at. Well, now she couldn't space out anymore... then again, having someone to talk to wasn't a bad thing either. For a moment she wondered whether the woman in the red and black dress too had taken to this side of the room just to dodge the masses on the other side, but figured just blatantly asking about it wasn't the best way to continue the conversation.

"What do you think?"


Elaine Highland

Tldr;
- Outfit, her mask, and the family heirloom
- Asking Elaine about her opinion on the ice sculptures
- Gwyar Wledig for future swooping

The cold winds sting against her cheeks as they venture further, but the very moment the fields of silent ice open up before them, the Unovan just stops and stares. From behind the muffler she's wearing small puffs of breath condense into mist, only to be blown away just as fast. This freezing cold feels all too familiar.

In her mind short fragments filter through of when she was young, of a time she did not often remember, or liked to be reminded of, for various reasons. Yet today, she allowed them to flood her mind. Because she wanted to know what else was conjuring this sense of familiarity. Flashes of her and a young blonde boy playing in the frozen marshes of Iccirus, full of mischief, knowing fully well they weren't supposed to be there. She recalls how fun it had been.

No.

Fun was not what these fields of ice held. The cold was similar to the marshes, but that was not what made it so familiar... she had to dig deeper still. Remember.

What does this iced dread remind you of, Brynnhildr?

Her mind doesn't allow her further digging as a voice snaps her out of her thoughts, and back into reality. She blinks, shakes her head shortly and turns towards Violet Fairbanks , an apologetic smile on her face. "Sorry, I spaced out for a bit there... you were saying?"


Violet Fairbanks

No, you should really do this. A change of pace entirely out of your comfort zone will do you wonders.

For a moment she was honestly contemplating why she was still listening to her therapist at this point. Sure, things had somewhat improved compared to a few months ago, and yes, the Masquerade had seemed like a great idea at first, but now she was wandering the crowded venue alone, she was having second thoughts. Only pluspoint at the moment was the fact she got to put this dress to good use. Big minus was the fact her glass was screaming for a refill, and she had neither the guts nor the will to brave the crowd at the bar right now.

And having left Spica at home for the first time ever, she was now doomed to find her own entertainment. So she'd just been checking out all the ice sculptures instead, absent-mindedly toying with the intricate chain accessory around her arm, sporting a rather curious symbol around the small diamond in the middle. She wasn't supposed to be wearing it, but she knew deep down her mother would've wanted her to if she knew where she was tonight.


Tldr;
- Outfit, her mask, and the family heirloom
- Hiding behind I mean, appreciating the ice sculptures cuz the bar's too crowded
- Open for interactions

Unlike many, and most-importantly, against the good advice of her surroundings, Brynn had just come to watch these titans looking for a fight instead. Last time she'd done such a thing she'd been chased by them, so this time around she'd keep a proper distance... or, rather, a higher position that they couldn't just waltz onto. Spica's eyes were shooting daggers as she regarded her trainer, hoping that this time around she wouldn't have to fight her way through a potential mess again. Then again, those Tyranitar did look interesting to look at.

Maybe they'd get lucky and find a lone one to catch?



Z|az3ia0

Darkness was falling fast in the Petalburg Woods; something the Unovan had been dreading. She was tired, scared, and above all else, hopelessly lost.

Only hours earlier she'd been on a nice and quaint stroll through the forest, lunch packed to enjoy in the grass under a shady tree at a small stream. Mayhaps not her best move, considering the warnings about the bolder activity of the forest dwellers, but she wouldn't go far-- and she had her pokémon to help if anything came up. The trio of wild Teddiursa that had decided to join her when she'd sat down to eat had touched a soft spot, and she'd given each of them a berry to snack on.

It had seemed enough. Until they started begging for more. She hadn't brought a whole lot of berries, but had figured no harm was done in giving them some more, if they were truly that hungry. But at some point, her food supply had ran out, and they'd started complaining loudly, attracting an Ursaring. And another. She'd immediately left her bag for the large ursine pokémon to rummage through, hoping it would give her time to get away.

The taller, crankier Ursaring behind her however, thought differently. Spica, her Riolu, had tried valiantly in fighting it off, only adding to its bad mood, and by extent, to that of the group gathered around her. There were too many to fight at once, and in the process Spica had gotten badly hurt. Brynn had made a run for it, blindly, unknowingly straying away from the paths and into the wilderness. In her rush she'd tried calling a number -she didn't even have the time to check who it was- and had tried to explain her predicament.

"Ursarings in Petal- Woods- Help- Oh god they're catching u-- [CRACK]

The phone had slipped from her hand as she tripped, crashing to the floor. The time she needed to get back on her feet was time she couldn't waste on going back for her phone, so it was left. She'd keep on running, until she thought safety was within reach. But the Ursaring had been tenacious, and by the time it had ceased its pursuit, every single sound was making her paranoid.

Having recalled Spica so she could heal in the safety of her pokéball, Brynn had been wandering around alone. The rest of her pokéballs were still in her bag, left at the campsite, and she couldn't burden the Riolu any further just because she was feeling anxious and afraid. There was a small cave up ahead however, which at first glance seemed unoccupied. Not wanting to venture far into the darkness, Brynn just slumped down against the wall and leant her head against the rocks, tears clinging to her eyes.


If only she hadn't fed those Teddiursa those berries in the first place, none of this would've happened.


Gwyar Wledig || COUNTRY BEAR JAMBOREE

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Taking with Gwyar Wledig

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