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Posted: Oct 11 2017, 07:03 PM
((A continuation of Travel Light. Mid-late summer time, late morning. Just entering from the Western Forest. Hoping to find some Deerling with Nyra and possibly befriending them.))
"I think we've crossed some kind of line," Cynthia spoke matter of factly as she hoisted her bag higher on her shoulder and continued walking. "The trees have been getting thinner, and a little... different. The air is less humid. We are probably entering the forest you were talking about where all the Deerling live." She glanced at her companion, Nyra. The young woman seemed to be quite friendly, albeit somewhat timid. She couldn't help but smile; Nyra was right. A Deerling would fit her perfectly.
She peered out from the path into the trees, wondering what kind of Pokemon they'd come across here. In the rainy jungle-forest they had just left, they'd found... a rather large amount of powerful Pokemon that they had no chance of surviving an encounter with. Maybe, just maybe, they'd find something their own size here.
Amnisiad, meanwhile, was still lost in thought. She tumbled the parting words of the Oranguru they'd met over and over in her brain as she struggled with the deep sense of longing she felt. It wasn't even the words themselves; it was the tone of voice and the sense of wisdom behind them. She wanted that back. Cynthia was a good friend, but she was not a mother. Not in the slightest. A leader, a companion, yes. But not a mother. And Amnisiad... she felt so small. So young. Perhaps she shouldn't have left home yet. She gazed sadly straight ahead of her. Which happened to be right at Nyra. But she wasn't actually seeing anything.