Post by Sarin on Nov 29, 2008 12:16:44 GMT -6
(Hey, it's a repost! Crazy. =o Purple is me, normal is Sarah.)
The sun shone above and the very earth seemed to pulse with life in the land around the laboratory. The few clouds that drifted lazily through the sky were the purest white, and grass danced along with the Pokémon who played underneath the midday sun. They raced among the flowers, seen only as a flash of movement before fading into the undergrowth. Here, one was surrounded by life, and yet one could feel so very alone.
A gray scarf blocked the gentle rays of the sun from hitting the young girl's face as she walked slowly, almost forebodingly up the path that spiraled towards the laboratory. Her pale skin was pricked with goosebumps and she shivered, cold despite the sun's gaze upon her. Her body was frail, she was very nearly skin-and-bones. How she longed to warm herself under the covers of her bed! But that was miles away and months behind her. Never again could she share those comforts - or that was what she believed, at least.
Fists tightened under thick, pale-gray gloves. Were it not for their protective layer, her near-white palms would suffer more scraps for the claws that rested atop her fingers, separate yet combined. They were hidden, clothed beneath the fabric of the gloves, but the observant might notice that when she bent her hand a part of her gloves still stuck out straight. They might notice the strange shape of the scarf she wore, wrapped around to conceal the horn that emerged from the right side of her head.
The girl shook harder, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, as if she were trying to literally hold herself together. Though she was fifteen years of age, walking alone on the path in such sorrow she could have looked five years younger, a mess, a tragedy of life, the type that people avert their eyes from but somehow can't help staring at in a morbid fascination.
This was Sarin. The girl who had once brought laughter ringing from any situation, who had never had a fear or sorrow in her early life, who had been the eternal optimist - around her, you couldn't help but believe. But that Sarin was as far away as her home. Now, walking through the most resplendent of places, she was only a shadow. The world rejoiced around her, and she remained alone.
Were it not for the path she walked, she might have let a smile brighten her face. One thing she shared with her childhood was her love of nature, of outdoors and air. She was reduced to apprehension by the fact that ahead of her was the laboratory - the looming castle seemed to break the crystalline beauty of the sky, and inside... inside waited humans.
She didn't hate humans, oh no! she longed to laugh with them just as she once had. But all that seemed to fade too quickly, giving way to the stares and whispers that told her once again that she didn't belong. Hurtful words, hateful words. Even the kind words often gave way to cruelty.
But maybe this place would be different? Sarin perked noticeably at the thought, appearing even more like a young child as a bright expression suddenly cut through the gloom. Soon enough she was running along the path happily, throwing back her head to catch the sunlight on her face, shining in her eyes. Her pace didn't slow as she reached the hill, she seemed to almost fly upwards on legs that looked like they shouldn't even be able to support her own weight - and her weight was far below what it should have been.
But soon enough, she reached the top of the hill. She slowed to a perky walk again, not even slightly out of breath. Her arms swung at her sides, now echoing the world instead of disrupting it.
She stopped at the gate, staring wide-eyed up at the castle. It looked even bigger now than it had before... One could almost imagine ears drooping as she gazed upwards, the smile fading from her face slowly as she seemed to shrink a little.
Maybe it wouldn't be different. But maybe it would. Not seeing the buzzer, she jumped and nearly cleared the gate, grabbing on and scrambling over the top. She jogged nervously to the doors, her eyes like a deer in the headlights. She paused at the doors, her spinning mind not allowing her to remember what she was supposed to do.
Right. You knock. The fifteen-year-old Pokémorph reached out a hand and knocked lightly on the doors. She winced as the quiet knocks echoed in her ears like thunder, her pure-red eyes wide, the eyes she had worn when as a young girl she had felt sorrow for the first time.
Maybe it would be different.
Different was scary.
(So hard to decide.... (xD Now there are too many choices! =P) But she will have aBulbasaur.)
(xD Fine, she'll take a Swablu instead.)
A gray scarf blocked the gentle rays of the sun from hitting the young girl's face as she walked slowly, almost forebodingly up the path that spiraled towards the laboratory. Her pale skin was pricked with goosebumps and she shivered, cold despite the sun's gaze upon her. Her body was frail, she was very nearly skin-and-bones. How she longed to warm herself under the covers of her bed! But that was miles away and months behind her. Never again could she share those comforts - or that was what she believed, at least.
Fists tightened under thick, pale-gray gloves. Were it not for their protective layer, her near-white palms would suffer more scraps for the claws that rested atop her fingers, separate yet combined. They were hidden, clothed beneath the fabric of the gloves, but the observant might notice that when she bent her hand a part of her gloves still stuck out straight. They might notice the strange shape of the scarf she wore, wrapped around to conceal the horn that emerged from the right side of her head.
The girl shook harder, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, as if she were trying to literally hold herself together. Though she was fifteen years of age, walking alone on the path in such sorrow she could have looked five years younger, a mess, a tragedy of life, the type that people avert their eyes from but somehow can't help staring at in a morbid fascination.
This was Sarin. The girl who had once brought laughter ringing from any situation, who had never had a fear or sorrow in her early life, who had been the eternal optimist - around her, you couldn't help but believe. But that Sarin was as far away as her home. Now, walking through the most resplendent of places, she was only a shadow. The world rejoiced around her, and she remained alone.
Were it not for the path she walked, she might have let a smile brighten her face. One thing she shared with her childhood was her love of nature, of outdoors and air. She was reduced to apprehension by the fact that ahead of her was the laboratory - the looming castle seemed to break the crystalline beauty of the sky, and inside... inside waited humans.
She didn't hate humans, oh no! she longed to laugh with them just as she once had. But all that seemed to fade too quickly, giving way to the stares and whispers that told her once again that she didn't belong. Hurtful words, hateful words. Even the kind words often gave way to cruelty.
But maybe this place would be different? Sarin perked noticeably at the thought, appearing even more like a young child as a bright expression suddenly cut through the gloom. Soon enough she was running along the path happily, throwing back her head to catch the sunlight on her face, shining in her eyes. Her pace didn't slow as she reached the hill, she seemed to almost fly upwards on legs that looked like they shouldn't even be able to support her own weight - and her weight was far below what it should have been.
But soon enough, she reached the top of the hill. She slowed to a perky walk again, not even slightly out of breath. Her arms swung at her sides, now echoing the world instead of disrupting it.
She stopped at the gate, staring wide-eyed up at the castle. It looked even bigger now than it had before... One could almost imagine ears drooping as she gazed upwards, the smile fading from her face slowly as she seemed to shrink a little.
Maybe it wouldn't be different. But maybe it would. Not seeing the buzzer, she jumped and nearly cleared the gate, grabbing on and scrambling over the top. She jogged nervously to the doors, her eyes like a deer in the headlights. She paused at the doors, her spinning mind not allowing her to remember what she was supposed to do.
Right. You knock. The fifteen-year-old Pokémorph reached out a hand and knocked lightly on the doors. She winced as the quiet knocks echoed in her ears like thunder, her pure-red eyes wide, the eyes she had worn when as a young girl she had felt sorrow for the first time.
Maybe it would be different.
Different was scary.
(So hard to decide.... (xD Now there are too many choices! =P) But she will have a
(xD Fine, she'll take a Swablu instead.)
The term "hectic" could describe that day's events perfectly. Why would one of their top breeders even /consider/ handing them off so many different species of Pokémon to handle? Not just in appearance but type. They had everything from a Poison-type to a Normal-type racing around the building. Each one had been separated into their own bubbles to chill the fustration, but not even this had kept the lab assistants at bay, let alone the regal and profound Professor Cherrywood. They should have been working on research and defying the laws of nature, but no - instead they were babysitting so Poochyena didn't eat the adorable Skitties in the next room. Which they seemed to almost succeed at when biting the assistant keeping them company and nearly escaping.
'Why do I get stuck at the front again?' the teenager thought, though about older to be considered a young adult. Dressed in a normal red shirt and blue jeans she didn't appear to be much of a lab assistant, but she was wih all due respect. It was precautionary to kep the lab coat from caughting dirt or dust with all the work with the new starters. Her dark eyes scanned the rooms in the hallway; noises come from everywhere. Hungry pants and scatters, angry barks and chortled frees of freedom - the works. But she, Kelsey, couldn't be a part of that in the back or outside where the Flying-types were able to roam the skies. She was on the duty in front to help those new trainers that would thank any form of the moon take these creatures off them. Being in the front wasn't her exactly favorite activity - she'd rather be feeding the Poochyena right now, but there wasn't much choice since it was her shift. She didn't know how much longer she could last with all these noises every day; she was on the edge.
"Marill, Marill!" a happy cry came from the blue water-bunny Pokémon in her arms. Poking it in the forehead she mentally sighed; at least she had a Pokémon next to her to keep her company. She sat in a red chair in the middle of the hallway to the door, leaned back and relaxed its recliner. Maybe someone would come along soon and ease her boredom. However, as soon as she thought this a soft knock at the door sounded, which even though would have been hard to spot had caught her instantly. With a rushed kick she forced the recliner part down and stood up, nearly startling the Marill, and started towards the door. Finally someone to possibly take away one of these little guys.
Plastering a bright smile - maybe too cheery - she unlocked the chain to unlock the door, and eased it open, cradling the Water Pokémon in her other hand. "Hello, welcome to the lab! Are you a new trainer?" she asked. The scary part was she didn't see who it was before asking. That's how desperate she was.
'Why do I get stuck at the front again?' the teenager thought, though about older to be considered a young adult. Dressed in a normal red shirt and blue jeans she didn't appear to be much of a lab assistant, but she was wih all due respect. It was precautionary to kep the lab coat from caughting dirt or dust with all the work with the new starters. Her dark eyes scanned the rooms in the hallway; noises come from everywhere. Hungry pants and scatters, angry barks and chortled frees of freedom - the works. But she, Kelsey, couldn't be a part of that in the back or outside where the Flying-types were able to roam the skies. She was on the duty in front to help those new trainers that would thank any form of the moon take these creatures off them. Being in the front wasn't her exactly favorite activity - she'd rather be feeding the Poochyena right now, but there wasn't much choice since it was her shift. She didn't know how much longer she could last with all these noises every day; she was on the edge.
"Marill, Marill!" a happy cry came from the blue water-bunny Pokémon in her arms. Poking it in the forehead she mentally sighed; at least she had a Pokémon next to her to keep her company. She sat in a red chair in the middle of the hallway to the door, leaned back and relaxed its recliner. Maybe someone would come along soon and ease her boredom. However, as soon as she thought this a soft knock at the door sounded, which even though would have been hard to spot had caught her instantly. With a rushed kick she forced the recliner part down and stood up, nearly startling the Marill, and started towards the door. Finally someone to possibly take away one of these little guys.
Plastering a bright smile - maybe too cheery - she unlocked the chain to unlock the door, and eased it open, cradling the Water Pokémon in her other hand. "Hello, welcome to the lab! Are you a new trainer?" she asked. The scary part was she didn't see who it was before asking. That's how desperate she was.
Sarin jumped backwards a bit when the door open, startled even though she had been steeling herself for the contact. It was strange, it had really only been a few months and already she had changed from outgoing to outcast - she had forced herself to, telling herself that it would be better than letting others force her to do it eventually.
She settled down a little at Kelsey's words. Maybe the young lab assistant hadn't realized what she was. Maybe she wouldn't at all. The fifteen-year-old self-consciously raised one gloved hand to adjust her head-scarf, the other hand fingering the amethyst necklace she wore around her neck nervously. Her link to the past.
Then, the next question was how to reply. Of course, she was going to say yes, but she had to think about it first. She had to think about every interaction - she knew how much they could cost, and she'd never been very good at speaking in the first place. Speak quietly, try to sound calm, or confident? Which one was best? Thoughts spun through her mind, too many to control. Never was her mind left blank since she had become a Pokémorph, instead the combined pieces of her worked to quickly for the human mind that she tried to maintain.
"Yes," she said suddenly, too loudly. Her head ached and she felt a little dizzy. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She remembered: her mom had told her that if she didn't eat again that would happen. But she knew that she'd been eating! She'd had that apple that she'd found only a day or so ago. And there was the bagel before that, only three days ago. Maybe she was allergic to the lab assistant. She hoped that the lab assistant wasn't allergic to her; she might drop the Marill.
She settled down a little at Kelsey's words. Maybe the young lab assistant hadn't realized what she was. Maybe she wouldn't at all. The fifteen-year-old self-consciously raised one gloved hand to adjust her head-scarf, the other hand fingering the amethyst necklace she wore around her neck nervously. Her link to the past.
Then, the next question was how to reply. Of course, she was going to say yes, but she had to think about it first. She had to think about every interaction - she knew how much they could cost, and she'd never been very good at speaking in the first place. Speak quietly, try to sound calm, or confident? Which one was best? Thoughts spun through her mind, too many to control. Never was her mind left blank since she had become a Pokémorph, instead the combined pieces of her worked to quickly for the human mind that she tried to maintain.
"Yes," she said suddenly, too loudly. Her head ached and she felt a little dizzy. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She remembered: her mom had told her that if she didn't eat again that would happen. But she knew that she'd been eating! She'd had that apple that she'd found only a day or so ago. And there was the bagel before that, only three days ago. Maybe she was allergic to the lab assistant. She hoped that the lab assistant wasn't allergic to her; she might drop the Marill.
When she opened the door all the way Kelsey was taken aback to see the girl standing in front of her; she appeared as if the wind could knock her over, back through the forest, and send her straight into Nieyena Forest. She held her hand on the knob for a moment, not sure what to say, and found her voice again. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but the girl appeared strange in such an attire as a scarf and gloves. Marill tried to pry herself away so she could rest on the chair again, but Kelsey held the Water-type firm, more set on helping someone take away one of their Pokémon instead of letting her temper pour out.
"Oh, um," she said blankly, blinking. "Haha, sorry. That's good, we have a lot of Pokémon for you to pick from." She wanted to make the pick sound exciting. It was since she normally didn't see the kind of stock very often they had received, but neither did she want to really visit all of them again. "I mean, a lot of different types! Is there a type you're interested in, or one of the Starters you saw on the poster you liked? Oh wait, come in." Stepping back she allowed room for Sarin to walk inside.
"Oh, um," she said blankly, blinking. "Haha, sorry. That's good, we have a lot of Pokémon for you to pick from." She wanted to make the pick sound exciting. It was since she normally didn't see the kind of stock very often they had received, but neither did she want to really visit all of them again. "I mean, a lot of different types! Is there a type you're interested in, or one of the Starters you saw on the poster you liked? Oh wait, come in." Stepping back she allowed room for Sarin to walk inside.
Type? She hadn't really thought about that. Come to think of it, she hadn't really thought any of this through. Once again, she was nervously doubting if she should have come. But she figured that running away now would just make things worse, and it would be harder to repair if she regretted it later.
Her face was a little flushed at the mention of the poster. In her reverie she hadn't noticed it at all, busy deciding how best to knock and speak and act in general. She glanced at the poster on the door, running her red eyes across each image and name. Some she passed right over, others she paused at for a moment. She stared at the Hoothoot's disconcerting gaze for a few moments, wondered at the strange Combee, and let her eyes linger on the small Sandshrew. She stared longest at the Duskull, both attracted and repulsed by it.
But these were just pictures, and looking at them didn't help her discover what it was she had come here for. She knew she had come for a Pokémon companion, that much was obvious. But this was a rare opportunity where one got to choose their own companion. Unchangeable, unshakable, and yet fragile.
Sarin stepped inside, glancing around nervously as the walls closed in around her. She'd never been one to get claustrophobic, nor was the laboratory in the least bit small. But nervous as she was, each thing seemed magnified.
"I don't really know," she admitted to Kelsey in a small voice. "Could I look at some of them, maybe?"
Her face was a little flushed at the mention of the poster. In her reverie she hadn't noticed it at all, busy deciding how best to knock and speak and act in general. She glanced at the poster on the door, running her red eyes across each image and name. Some she passed right over, others she paused at for a moment. She stared at the Hoothoot's disconcerting gaze for a few moments, wondered at the strange Combee, and let her eyes linger on the small Sandshrew. She stared longest at the Duskull, both attracted and repulsed by it.
But these were just pictures, and looking at them didn't help her discover what it was she had come here for. She knew she had come for a Pokémon companion, that much was obvious. But this was a rare opportunity where one got to choose their own companion. Unchangeable, unshakable, and yet fragile.
Sarin stepped inside, glancing around nervously as the walls closed in around her. She'd never been one to get claustrophobic, nor was the laboratory in the least bit small. But nervous as she was, each thing seemed magnified.
"I don't really know," she admitted to Kelsey in a small voice. "Could I look at some of them, maybe?"
"Sure!" Kelsey squeaked, happy that there wasn't a choice decided yet. It was propable that she could persuade her into a certain one, but that wouldn't be right. She hated being such a goody-goody that way, but she had to think of her job. Yeah, the job that required her to travel here every week, and stay in the lab's quarters for a couple days. Then she got a couple days at home to herself. "Well, let me describe a couple." She shut the door behind Sarin like a good lab assistant would for the guest, and then held up the Marill for Sarin to get a better gaze at. It blinked at Sarin and waved its stubby arms in the arm, wanting to break free. "This one is a Marill - a water type. It's cute, isn't it? Follow me down the hallway and I'll show you the rooms with the others." She started walking and gustured for Sarin to follow. "Hm, let me describe some. There's a pink kitten Pokémon named Skitty. That's really cute. Then there's a Poochyena - they have pretty bad tempers, but can be really loyal. And there's a stock of really rare ones. The Duskull you saw on the door. It's a Ghost-type. And there's the fluffy Swablu - they're really graceful." Kelsey stopped after she realized how much she was talking; she normally didn't talk that much. "Sorry if that's a lot at once."
Sarin let a small smile cross her face at the antics of the Marill. She would have to agree with Kelsey, the Marill was cute. So were the Skitty. She smiled again - she'd probably be happy with almost any of these. But still, she pushed herself to keep looking, find the one that was closest to perfect - find the one that made her feel something special.
Other than the chill that ran down her spine when she glanced at the Duskull, that is. She was firmly set on not getting one of those, a task which, from Kelsey's words, wouldn't be too hard to accomplish. Her other goal, however...
...may have been solved as soon as she lay eyes on the Swablu. Their fluffy wings were comforting, in a way, and they were blue - her favorite color. Perhaps those were not the biggest factors, but they mattered to the girl all the same. "Could we look at those?" she asked, pointing towards the Swablu.
Other than the chill that ran down her spine when she glanced at the Duskull, that is. She was firmly set on not getting one of those, a task which, from Kelsey's words, wouldn't be too hard to accomplish. Her other goal, however...
...may have been solved as soon as she lay eyes on the Swablu. Their fluffy wings were comforting, in a way, and they were blue - her favorite color. Perhaps those were not the biggest factors, but they mattered to the girl all the same. "Could we look at those?" she asked, pointing towards the Swablu.
Kelsey caught sight of the Swablu in mid-step. Ah, this trainer had a set taste, it seemed. Dragons sure didn't seem to be her style by appearance, but there was a certain air that it could clip out. "Sure. That's one of our rares. You're lucky to possibly get your hands on one. They're a feisty load, but maybe you'll find one with a good temperament. Let's see." Which room were they in again? None of the rooms seemed to deliver the right sound. Who was taking care of them? The scrapings of the random Pokémon continued to swindle her sense of direction, and with a less than satisfactory success at not remembering just decided to go with the flow. "Ah, right down the hall. This way."
Feisty? Again, Sarin's hope swung across to doubts. Not that she begrudged a Pokémon with spirit, but if she were unable to handle - or even get along with - the Pokémon, then what would she do? But she couldn't judge Pokémon that she hadn't even met yet. A picture could point the way to a possible partner, but it wasn't the be-all and end-all. After all, she had barely looked at the other types thus far. Things would work out one way or another.
At Kelsey's direction, she turned and obediently followed the assistant, taking in all the sounds in a whirl.
At Kelsey's direction, she turned and obediently followed the assistant, taking in all the sounds in a whirl.
They would have needed to keep the Swablu in a special location, and the ideal choice had been outside so the dragon creatures could fly to its heart's content and not be crammed into one of the many rooms. Kelsey knew where they were now; out back. "This way," she guided. Turning another corner and smoothly past another hallway they arrived at another door leading to the back of the lab. With a firm grasp she had to break around the knob a bit, but opened it. Once the door flew open the greenhouse, stables, and other environments for Pokémon came into view, but Kelsey lead the way to where a large field lay in the back. Meanwhile Maril boredly let itself be dragged around, and silently started to get tired. "There they are," Kelsey pointed out, gesturing to two blue and white creatures as the back. Chirps could be heard flowing from where they stood, as if talking.
Sarin paused and watched them intently. Without having even met them yet, she hesitated: they were chirping so rapidly to each other, would it be fair to take one away from the other? She doubted that she'd make as good a companion as another of their kind. But after all, if she didn't take one then they'd be separated eventually by another. And if she decided before even meeting them, she might regret it later.
She began walking forwards again, glancing behind her towards Kelsey to watch the other's expression in case she was doing something wrong. As she approached the two Swablu, she fingered her necklace, her eyes wide and her nervousness clearly showing on her face. Though she shared some of the features and even powers of an Absol, she did not share their personalities and was much more fleeting than the steadfast Pokémon. And though she excelled at reading people, she could not hide her own emotions from the least observant. And she was sure that the Pokémon would easily be able to tell that she was nervous, and the thought simply multiplied her discontent.
But the field was large, and by the time she neared the Swablu she had settled a little. She was comforted by the fact that she was out in the open again and not penned in by the laboratory walls, and her hands on her necklace were no longer clenched white - not that they could be seen through the gloves. She paused a short distance away from the two, wondering how they would react to her intrusion.
She began walking forwards again, glancing behind her towards Kelsey to watch the other's expression in case she was doing something wrong. As she approached the two Swablu, she fingered her necklace, her eyes wide and her nervousness clearly showing on her face. Though she shared some of the features and even powers of an Absol, she did not share their personalities and was much more fleeting than the steadfast Pokémon. And though she excelled at reading people, she could not hide her own emotions from the least observant. And she was sure that the Pokémon would easily be able to tell that she was nervous, and the thought simply multiplied her discontent.
But the field was large, and by the time she neared the Swablu she had settled a little. She was comforted by the fact that she was out in the open again and not penned in by the laboratory walls, and her hands on her necklace were no longer clenched white - not that they could be seen through the gloves. She paused a short distance away from the two, wondering how they would react to her intrusion.
When Sarin stole a glance at her Kelsey waved encouragingly and smiled, pursuing behind so that she could control the large birds if needed. Sarin wasn't doing anything wrong yet, but one stray move could cause something to occur. Because honestly, this girl could be pecked to death by how consequently fragile she was. Pecked to death and her bones eaten was more a charitable phrase to say, though not in the bad aspect; the birds were graceful enough but had fiery tempers. Nervous as Sarin was Kelsey wasn't, and even worse was the Marill's phobia of scary and frightening things. The rapid claps of chirping continued as they neared, and neither of the Swablu seemed to notice the intruders. "It's alright, just go in quietly," Kelsey persisted quietly so they wouldn't spook the two. Slowly one of them seemed to sense something coming from behind peered at the two girls coming forward, while the other followed suit. The chirping continued still, but they turned around and began to sail over on their pole-thin legs. Approaching Sarin and Kelsey they didn't seem to notice Sarin's emotions, and appeared more hungry than worried about being suddenly interrupted, starting to run forward with heavy footfalls on the freshly mowed grass.
Sarin hesitated as the birds began racing towards the two of them. But she rubbed her necklace and tried to reassure herself. Blue birds with fluffy wings really couldn't be that bad, could they? However, the Swablu's stampede was making her little confidence waver again. She glanced back at Kelsey for a moment - well, the other girl wasn't running or anything, so it must not be dangerous. It was a good thing that Sarin couldn't read minds, because Kelsey's thoughts would certainly not have been helpful at that time.
Acting on vague memories of far different animals, she crouched down and held out her hand. Thinking about it as they kept approaching, holding out one's hand to seemingly hungry Pokémon might not have been the best of ideas. Did she have any food with her? She pondered this for a moment.
No, she decided, she hadn't packed any food. After all, she'd eaten a day or two ago, so she hadn't thought it important to bring any food.
Acting on vague memories of far different animals, she crouched down and held out her hand. Thinking about it as they kept approaching, holding out one's hand to seemingly hungry Pokémon might not have been the best of ideas. Did she have any food with her? She pondered this for a moment.
No, she decided, she hadn't packed any food. After all, she'd eaten a day or two ago, so she hadn't thought it important to bring any food.
Well, it probably was a bit harsh to believe what she had thought, but Kelsey hadn't expected Sarin to just run away for the hills when the Swablu began running in their direction. She at least had more faith in her than /that/. And she hadn't ran away and proved her theory correct. As this side of relief came she noted that she showed a glance her way and then crouched to meet the racing two; clearer bravery than one would expect in the beginning. "They're just coming to meet us," she retorted with ease. As Kelsey expected the Swablu stopped as soon as they neared, and began to concede into a slower stride. They appeared to still be hungry, but seeing no food or smelling it put a little distinction to their faces of anger. However, that's when they appeared to notice Sarin and noted the newcomer with an interested bob of their heads. A couple crunches of grass later they towered over the fragile girl and peered down at her from their height, chirping ever so fleetingly. They bowed their heads and both poked her hands as they expected some kind of feed to appear there magically.
