Under The Se- River? It’s A River. || Anissia & Aidan
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starter: @deuxa Aidan often got himself in sticky situations, he was a traveller and researcher it’s expected in his field. In fact he had countless stories of fighting off criminals, getting attacked by wild pokemon or even surviving in the middle of nowhere on his lonesome. He believed himself to be a seasoned traveller who was often on alert, ready to jump into action in any situation. Key word being believed. Kalos had a special place in his heart. His mother, who was a native Kalosian had raised him on the history of the region and the culture. Whenever anything was connected to Kalos, he often lost his cool. This included the beautiful region itself, that Aidan was currently visiting. His guard was down and his mind was floating with distracted sense of elation. Just outside of Aquacorde Town, Aidan had ventured down a beaten path along a flowing river, eyes darting as it soaked up everything it could. He was still in disbelief that he was in Kalos, the region he had dreamed of visiting for years. The pokemon were unique, the elusive fairy types were in abundance and the different environments scattered screamed to be explored. Suddenly, a splash caught his attention. Perking up in curiosity, he approached the bank of the river. Somewhere in the depths of his mind he warned himself, curiosity killed the cat you fool.
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In spring, the days felt longer to her. The lonely mansion girl, quietly she does her best to take up as little space as possible. In the vast yard, still far off into the corner. Out of sight she sat with a book. Her Persian sleeping soundly next to her as she dove head first into the pages of her tale.
Living as close to the river as she did, from somewhere behind her she could hear its water flowing.
Minutes passed in an almost perfect silence. Persian’s ears twitched upwards, it was hearing something she could not. Placing her book down in the seat next to her, she place bare feet onto the ground. Making her way to the riverbank, she saw what appeared to be a struggle in the distance.
Both Persian and Anissia ran to the strangers side, fleeing the scene was a Dragalge. Turning her attention back to the man who was its victim, she made her way through the water to his side. Small hands gripped at the back of his shirt to pull him towards land.
“A-Are you okay?”
