In Victorian times, Daffodil's symbolized Redemption
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Muffled voices echo in Leafeon's ears. They twitch as the voices rise and fall in pitch. She moves her paws, waiting for the rest of her body to wake up. She stretches, only to stop when she feels something moving around in her foreleg, putting uncomfortable pressure on it. She groans and opens her eyes to see what it is, only to be met with a fuzzy mess of creams and greens. She waits patiently for her vision to clear up, sighing when it doesn't. She squints and looks down at her leg to find what she assumes to be a needle stuck in itApart from her blurry vision and pounding headache, she feels fine. Fine, but bored. Oh, so bored. She wonders how Hawk Flame is able to lie in his nest all day with nothing to do. Does he just... count butterflies when they fly in the den, she wonders. "Where are my butterflies?" She whispers to herself. She finally has something else to think about when thunder rumbles from outside.
"I think you need to have more faith in me, Princess." A Sylveon walks in and shakes the water from her waterlogged pelt. She smiles and looks behind her. "I have good ideas. Like saving your girlfriend. Best idea I've had yet."
A Salazzle appears shortly after, two wings akin to that of a dragons protrude from her back. "Yeah. You and faith. I don't think so. And don't call me Princess."
Leafeon stares at the two. She's met a lot of Sylveon in her life but none can come close to Pixie Cloud. That has to be her. That smooth voice, small build, wooly fur, snide remarks and lastly, the thing about having great ideas—which weren't all that great half the time according to Leafeon.
And the Salazzle. With wings. She has those purple iridescent scales, the white stripe. No doubt that is Nightshade. A completely different Nightshade from the skinny, fearful one at the Gathering.
Pixie Cloud's eyes flicker over to Leafeon. Her ear twitches slightly as a disappointed frown creeps onto her face. "She's gawking at you. That's my cue to leave."
As she turns to leave, one of her ribbons brushes against Nightshade's flank.Nightshade stares at her ribbon for a few seconds before looking up at her. "Really?"
"It's a farewell," Pixie Cloud declares.
Nightshade sees straight through her lie and sighs, "Well, leave already."
The Sylveon flicks her pink tail in indignation before limping into the afternoon shower.
"What was that?" Leafeon asks once the fairy Pokémon is gone. Sylveon are very intimate Pokémon. If they care a lot about someone, they'll wrap or touch them with their ribbons. This is especially true for Pixie Cloud, who hates almost everyone. Nightshade, too, or so Leafeon thought.
"She's just being nice," Nightshade answers, not looking back at her. Instead, she's looking outside.
"Nice and Pixie Cloud should not be used in the same sentence."
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❁ Pokemon:Syringa {Leafeon & Salazzle} ❁
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