For @rcvnance from here:
Though he'd not outright agreed to see her manor, she'd already begun walking... So capricious. In spite of himself, curiosity proved more potent than caution.
As he followed what he perceived of her silhouette, he found himself unable to focus on her surroundings for a moment. Disorientation sunk its claws in.
He blinked, coming to a stop as her hand raised... Old stone had replaced the dirt path once below their feet. What was surely tall trees flanking them revealed themselves as pillars, wrought iron...
"What...?"
Arc, his Spritzee, peeked out from under his lapel, glancing to and fro with nearly as much confusion.
"No, this is... A dream?" His voice faltered, feebly trying to convince himself. A hand reached gingerly towards a stone statue closeby... The light, rough texture of the surface against his fingers caused his breath to deepen further "Illusions of this caliber... Could they truly exist?"
āāA smile graces C's lips as she watches the doctor attempt to make sense of the trip in much the same way as most of her visitors have. In truth, who could blame them in their disbelief? A manor appearing where there should be no such space or secrecy was an impossible thing... but the kind of place ghosts would call home is a place of dozens of impossibilities. She can only hope her friend will be able to cope quickly. There was a whole tour to attend to, after all!
"I assure you these grounds are no more illusion than I am, and I would hope you have faith enough in my existence to warrant following me here in the first place."
āāShe moves around Bonnefey ( patting his shoulder as she passes him by ) to pull him forward with a single hand. The imposing gate closes slowly behind the pair, uttering no sound despite its size and apparent age.
"We should start with the house, I would think. I find it easiest to answer questions about a place I was born, rather than ones I am still learning about."
āāAs she escorts him to the doorstep of her manor home, the nature of this land being a reserve become readily noticeable; pods of drifloon and drifblim float lazily overhead, and all manner of small ghost pokemon dart about the grass and shrubbery that outline the house's perimeter. They take notice, sharp eyes taking in the unknown visitor, but make no move to approach the doctor. Not yet.
The doctor's eyes remained dazed, staring off in the distance until her hand brushed his shoulder. Though the pod above was more easily and readily seen at first glance, a few ghost types rushed between their legs, ready to join the rest, eyes aglow.
He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure.
"In... a way, I can see some similarities to the Tangle, just outside of Ballonlea. How paths seem to contort."
With a bit of trepidation, Arc, his Spritzee peeks out, a minor trembling, but putting a determined face on.
