there is solace in this nearness [mod]
Jun 7, 2016 1:23:30 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 1:23:30 GMT
A simple journey to Chrysor town, meant to last only a single day and night, had accidentally taken much longer.
Astrid had always been fascinated with pokemon, and their relationship with humans. There were many different ways such things could be shown; a quiet observer, she had always enjoyed watching trainers with their teams, the bonds shared between a small child and the family pet, the old woman with her equally aged friend... she had seen all of these things, since coming to this relatively small place, and she... almost didn't want to leave.
Even if she had to. Her project was important, but it was new, and possibly dangerous, and she was... nervous. Putting it off a bit, perhaps, but- well, she had to wait until the museum found her a proper Soclla liaison, didn't she? She couldn't simply waltz into an indigenous tribe and expect to be accepted, or even spoken too. She needed someone who understood the ways already, and until that person was found, she was stuck in a strange sort of limbo.
Which, if she could spend it here, was starting to seem less and less like a bad thing.
She leaned against the wooden fence of the daycare, watching as the old woman who helped run the daycare tenderly brushed the heavy mass of a bouffalant's pelt. Although the bull easily outweighed the lady, the look in his big brown eyes was warm and full of gentle affection. Astrid suspected that the bouffalant was just as old as the human who so carefully cared for him, and she couldn't help but smile at the easy relationship between the two of them.
She felt a nudge against her side and looked down; D'artagnan pressed his muzzle along her hip, marking her jeans with the scent glands on the corners of his lips. He purred loudly at her. "Preowr." he offered, lazy blue eyes focusing on her, and she smiled and reached down, scratching with just the tips of her fingernails at the bridge of his nose, so that he scrunched it up and turned his whiskers to her. The air smelled like flowers and fresh grass. Astrid sighed softly.
She wonders, would she and D'artagnan be that way, some day? Old and together and warm? And more importantly... Would it ever be the same, after she went through with this journey? Would she be able to enjoy simple things like this, once she had gone out and 'broadened her horizons'? It was impossible to say. She could only hope...
Ears twitching, D'artagnan snorted softly, and in his head, he hoped as well.
Astrid had always been fascinated with pokemon, and their relationship with humans. There were many different ways such things could be shown; a quiet observer, she had always enjoyed watching trainers with their teams, the bonds shared between a small child and the family pet, the old woman with her equally aged friend... she had seen all of these things, since coming to this relatively small place, and she... almost didn't want to leave.
Even if she had to. Her project was important, but it was new, and possibly dangerous, and she was... nervous. Putting it off a bit, perhaps, but- well, she had to wait until the museum found her a proper Soclla liaison, didn't she? She couldn't simply waltz into an indigenous tribe and expect to be accepted, or even spoken too. She needed someone who understood the ways already, and until that person was found, she was stuck in a strange sort of limbo.
Which, if she could spend it here, was starting to seem less and less like a bad thing.
She leaned against the wooden fence of the daycare, watching as the old woman who helped run the daycare tenderly brushed the heavy mass of a bouffalant's pelt. Although the bull easily outweighed the lady, the look in his big brown eyes was warm and full of gentle affection. Astrid suspected that the bouffalant was just as old as the human who so carefully cared for him, and she couldn't help but smile at the easy relationship between the two of them.
She felt a nudge against her side and looked down; D'artagnan pressed his muzzle along her hip, marking her jeans with the scent glands on the corners of his lips. He purred loudly at her. "Preowr." he offered, lazy blue eyes focusing on her, and she smiled and reached down, scratching with just the tips of her fingernails at the bridge of his nose, so that he scrunched it up and turned his whiskers to her. The air smelled like flowers and fresh grass. Astrid sighed softly.
She wonders, would she and D'artagnan be that way, some day? Old and together and warm? And more importantly... Would it ever be the same, after she went through with this journey? Would she be able to enjoy simple things like this, once she had gone out and 'broadened her horizons'? It was impossible to say. She could only hope...
Ears twitching, D'artagnan snorted softly, and in his head, he hoped as well.
