#oathburn

the storm is practically calling her name. the sound of the wind also isn’t helping the fact that she wants to take off and not come down until she’s near to collapsing. she supposes this is her fate forever now—to feel alive when a storm rages overhead. every time a storm is near she’ll hear the call and feel it in her bones and sometimes she’ll answer it and during others, like now, she’ll ignore it to the best of her ability.

her head turns towards the other seraph. she may not mind the weather, not even caring if the rain is making her hair and clothes heavy, but it’s another story for her companion. ❝Don’t feel like dancing in the rain ? ❞ a simple jest before her expression falls serious. ❝If my memory serves me correctly there should be an abandoned farmhouse nearby. It’s leaky, but it’s better than nothing.❞

It was akin to that of a spark, no a flame of recognition ignited the very moment that their eyes met and yet the light seraph was at a lost all the same. The feeling whilst one she had certainly become accustomed to it was   The light seraph is at a lost. The lady of the lake, prime lord that aided the slumbering shepherd in his quest on the road of purification.

Alisha fingers twitched at her, the urge do something, anything to relieve the bout of anxiousness that she had felt. She knew very little of her, the past princess’s writings only offering nothing that could really prepare her for such an encounter.  How was one suppose to act in the presence of someone so important? Seraph or not she should show her respect should Alisha not? 

"I'm not sure if Pokémon contests are really my thing..." He looks over at his team who were all out of their pokéballs. None of them were exactly trained to be in contests, though each did have their own flashy battling style thanks to Yuri's guidance. In case he had his own way of doing things, they all kind of took after him one way or another when it came to battling.

However one of them stood out. At first glance, people wouldn't think this pokémon was part of his team. By his appearance, and his personality, the two seemed like an unlikely pair. Though the Togekiss who had walked to the front of the team was very much a part of his little ragtag group.

          ❛ so you are a friend of my sister, I take it ?? ❜ he is blunt in his questioning of the woman. there was no need to really beat around the bush after all. she was there when he could not be, and so that made her something eizen was not: someone who’d stuck with his dear sister through it all.

A lot older. Well, that was certainly no lie. The Legends of the Lady of the Lake were told for quite some time. It wasn’t new like this journey was, and she wasn’t a young seraph like himself. How much knowledge she must possess!- it was like Gramps. Knowledge often gathered in oneself with age. It was only natural, as it was something gained with experience in life.

“I suppose that I can understand that.” It wasn’t some farfetched idea or concept after all. Still, something kept prodding at him, insisting to be said, shared. “Like keeping secrets? Those kinds of uncertainties?” The water seraph shakes his head now.