Night Time Trot (Open)

For a shut-in Isa didn't oppose the idea of venturing outwards. She barely met Astroth, although something about the man felt more civil than he let on. It made the idea of traveling, especially given her mobility advantage, tempting: "Yeah!" Astroth certainly hit the nail on the head on one thing. Isa whistled to that point: "Yeeeep. Money makes the wheels turn here."[/color] 

With a pause, she started to address her main point. "Also, Astroth. I get what you mean, about keeping to your character. Important, definitely. All that, but..." Isa approached. Her cotton-trailed feathers followed behind her, a torchwind causing some to twirl and form radical shapes in front of the flame. If nothing else, Isa did a great job of not providing warning to hre partner. Hell, Rarely did she even have so much to say about...anything. Yessir. No ma'am, thank you. I'll get right to it. Not a problem! She didn't have a problem with being a servant, and every problem with resigning herself to it. Whether perked up by the bitter beverage, excited about the prospect of leaving the town, or simply claimed by boredom, Isa puffed herself out to make her point clear. "I mean, truly. I don't mean to be dour about who I am, but, hey: I'm just a silly bird who hasn't left her nest in almost two decades. I don't know about you, but something about that just isn't right." Eyes shifted. The point of no return became a thing of the past.

"It all starts with a quote from family. Contentment begins where work ends." "It's great to be wanted, even needed, by the town. But you'd know, there's more out there than safe haven. You're right, I don't really need to go out and explore. If I stay at work could write with second-hand accounts until the sun pops up and the Misdreavus vanish over torchlight, and eat berry-flavored ice cream until I make rockslides from the hills. It's a life where I'm fulfilling work, but only that I'm content with."

She went as far as to hug with a cotton-like wing, with a bitter-sweet aroma overwhelmed by a cotton-like texture. With this appendage she expanded her arm across the city lines, even pushing a torch as she did so. "Astroth, Elysia is a great spot. Not too hard to get around. When the clouds come up, I'll trade: i'll show you some of the best within, if you show me beyond. I'd want nothing more than to raise my wings to the sun." At last, she'd let go. She made her point. It could only be cemented. That's...just not something I can do with everyone here." 

astroth

WC: 449

The Swablu opened her wings. "I realized something tonight. In a way, we are all children of the Stars. When we can harness that energy, and live like them, we can become more than followers." She hopped backwards with a smile. Maybe he'd enjoy the nod. Wrapping the point up wouldn't be difficult if it didn't work.

To the point about tomorrow, she hummed. The odds lied sharply outside Isa's favor. Her work had all to do with administration, query, and movement. Her experience within dropped to nil. The Wild Pokemon could do as they wished with her. She could encounter the worst end at her parent's talons, culminations of their strongest emotions: their wrath, spite, embarrassment, and worry.

For the very least, she had a plan. Her most crucial step: seizing the moment when it shone. It also meant parting ways before the worst struck her. Astroth seemed a decent figure, but even those she just met shouldn't worry. Her boss shouldn't worry; neither should her coworkers, acquaintances, nor family worry. She'd lied in the strawbed enough to know she had the strength. Or, at least, a voice that put people to sleep.

...oops! Isa poked a talon forward. She wouldn't have wanted to interrupt a sleep schedule with her voice! Fortunately, Astroth's timezone lied coincidentally enough for it not to matter. "I'll be happy to show you around. Thank you." Eyes widened at the other point. "Oh, the newer one! It fits: that Quagsire's a riot."[/color] She hadn't ever stayed there. Citizens had no reason to do so. However, she'd figure that the inns would grow larger as the Wildland migrants did.

Hunting apples? She couldn't blame Astroth for that; the people here were known for their creativity. "That's a fluffy job description." Isa chuckled, hiding laughter from behind her wing. Not all her expression could reach outwards. She "Most recent job, I've been sent to look for footprints. Keep track of what's in the dungeon." She'd hate to have found an anomaly. Getting stuck in such a sequence would burn unlike any Hell.

Alas, it seemed all. Their conversation seemingly ceased there, so Isa gave the formality: ". I should be in-town for a while, so." She hadn't much of a formal goodbye, immediately raising her wings. A circle of wind pushed as she vaulted herself to building-height, flying back home. And as Astroth went to the inn, Iserora carried on the second part of her plan:

She would watch the rest of the galactic collapse in peace, warmed by expanses of spiritual freedom.
The beauty of the storm.

astroth
WC: 433