#fairon

Bro la verdad es que soy muy malo con las palabras y en una situación soy peor pero tienes saber que para cualquier cosa que necesites y este en mi mano ahí estaré para apoyarte y brindarte animo solo dime el día y nos emborrachamos por dicord siempre serás un gran amigo y te mando todo el ánimo para esta situación.

Kreilanna sat on one of the spare tables that wasn't being used, watching the older gardevoir work. It'd been silent for hours since the sun came up, and she felt restless. The dark look on Gwenivyre's face didn't make her feel any better, and Fairon had gone into town to sell some potions. When the other suddenly stood, Kreilanna jumped, her heart in her throat. "Follow me." Tilting her head, the blue haired gardevoir hopped off the table and followed the elder outside. "What's wrong? Did I bother you too much? I can go find something else to do if you-" Gwenivyre turned and grabbed Kreilanna by the jaw, effectively shutting her up. "I just want to show you something. If you spout another useless syllable I will rip that jaw free from your face." Letting her go, she turned and headed into the thick of the woods behind the house. Rubbing her jaw and trying to calm her fearful heart, Kreilanna followed Gwenivyre into the darkness, something about it making her skin crawl. Whatever she was up to out here wasn't something she wanted to be a part of, but for right now all she could do was follow. She was led to a minor clearing with a gentle waterfall and a tiny spring with clear water. For a moment she felt at ease, until Gwenivyre turned to level her with a cold gaze. "Answer me something, Kreilanna. Is your mother's name Gwenyth?" How..? "H-How did you know that?" Everything in her screamed run when Gwenivyre suddenly smiled. "Because she's my sister." So she'd been right... This gardevoir was related to her mother! But then why did she have a complete opposite aura than the gentle one of her mother? "O-Oh... Then... you're my aunt?" "Correct. And you have something that belongs to me." Gwenivyre stepped towards her, and that feeling of flight overcame Krei again. She stepped back, hands instinctively coming up to cover her aching scar. This was too much... what was going on...? "W-What would that be...?" "Your connection with Xelthalon." Before Kreilanna had the chance to react, Gwenivyre's normal hand caught her by the throat, forcing her to grip her wrist instead of protect her scar. The scar that was currently glowing an angry crimson. "You will lead me to him. And then he will die by my hands." Gwenivyre placed her black hand on the scar, the scar itself turning an inky black color. Kreilanna stopped struggling and went limp, her eyes fading from red to an unnatural blue. At this the older gardevoir smiled, setting her niece down. "See? I told you that you had something of mine..." "So that's it then, dearie?" Fairon spoke from where she had stepped out from behind a tree. "I thought ya might need my help an all... and it turned out my plants didn't need ta hold her at all." "She'll do what I want. That moron Xelthalon didn't teach her how to use the power he gave to her, and then foolishly let her go off on her own. He sent her into a death trap and I have no doubt in my mind that he's on his way to us. With her in this state, he should be able to sense that someone has tampered with her." Gwenivyre looked back over to the spring, who's water had turned black. "When we bring him here... Then I will reach my goal."

Kreilanna jumped when the door to the cabin burst open, glad that she had a tight grip on her mug of hot cocoa so that it didn't spill. She glanced to the Lilligant calmly sipping some tea, the cup set gently on it's matching plate before the short pokemon stood. "Gwenivyre, dear! How did it go?" She stood with grace and crossed the room as the front door closed, examining the bundle of cleaned furs that had been set down. "Goodnees this is enough to last us some time~ A wonderful job as always." By now Kreilanna wasn't looking at the Lilligant, but the tall Gardevoir staring back at her. Her eyes were a cold mockery of her sister's, and they didn't seem happy in the slightest. More haunted. "I see you have a guest, Fairon. She staying or going?" Kreilanna suppressed a shudder. The voice was similar as well, but the tone made her completely different than her mother. The black scarring on her right hand and over her eyes sent a spark of fear into the younger Gardevoir's heart. She managed to keep it hidden though, knowing better than to speak up. Fairon seemed to anticipate her friend's mood, and didn't seem fazed by it. "Staying for now. Bit of a wanderer it seems and we do have a few extra rooms here. So I offered her a place and some teachings with herbs. A lone wanderer with no power to speak of needs a way to take care of herself, hmm?" Kreilanna bristled at that, but said nothing. She had power! Just knew better than to flaunt it like these two seemed to. Gwenivyre finally turned to stare down at her friend, sighing and running her black hand through the darker strands of her bangs. "Fine. She can stay for now to learn your alchemy, but do not think for one moment I want anything to do with her." And with that she strode off down the hallway, the sound of a door slamming making Kreilanna jump. "Well! Shall we get started then, dear?" Fairon asked with a giggle and a clap of her leaves. Like her friend hadn't just acted in such a manner. "Um..." Kreilanna began to say something, but then thought better of it and nodded meekly. "Sure..?"