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@drackona
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“Wow, thank you. Another hour or so out there and my fingers woulda turned into icicles. I don’t mean to take advantage of your hospitality, but I appreciate it.”
With it’s dweller’s permission, Ledden adjusts his coat and removes his hat as he slithers his way in. Oh, that’s warm…
He knew what he was getting into when he began climbing the mountain. Following up reports of a lone trainer up on the ridge side and rumours that they were a very talented dragon tamer, he decided to scout the area out for… work. In hindsight he’d admit that his youthful pride under-prepared him, but the short of breath, aching limbs and shivering frame would serve as wonderful tools in the mask he was to pull up. Nothing more convincing than the unavoidable physical relief when warming by the fire.
To be honest, he was grateful he found the hut when he did…
“Uhm… where would you have me put my stuff?” he nervously presents the coat and the hat in each hand. “And forgive my asking… that wonderful smell wouldn’t happen to be food, would it…? Oh, forgive my rambling, it’s been a long journey. Is it okay if I get closer to the fire…?”
“ Oh, um, ” she motions to a small kitchen table surrounded by a handful of chairs. “ You can just leave your things there. ” Had turned away at that point, returning to a burning stove top with a large pot over one of the burners. He’s lucky she tends to make big batches, she thinks -- if not for somebody absolutely starving stepping through her door, then for her Pokemon, and to keep for herself with the coming days. Especially if she anticipated a blizzard. “ It’s stew -- I’ll fill a bowl for you.”
She watches him from the corner of her eye, though it may have seemed like she was more focused on making sure her dinner was just right. “ Go ahead -- just watch out for Markus. ” Sure enough, curled up on a cushion close to the fire was a fairly fluffy Perrserker, horns protruding, back arching as he breathed slowly in his sleep.
“ Were you looking for me? ” Klara stirs her stew as she asks. She’s no stranger to the rumors that travel with the wind, and well, though she prefers the solitude most of the time, it’s no surprise when she receives visitors. Most of them don’t spend much time with a visit anyway, depending on if trainers’ Pokemon are capable of learning what she can teach . . . but he hadn’t mentioned it yet. Usually they’ll ask if she really does what she’s said she could, directly off the bat. Klara could almost feel a gathering storm.
Heavy Storm by First Aid Kit except you’re out camping with your friends in backwoods Appalachia. One of you has a pocket radio out while you sit around the fire.
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“ What are you doing here? ” That could have been worded better, she thinks -- but it’s what’s on her mind. So close to home, Klara rarely comes across anybody who isn’t a young kid on their way to the League, let alone a League Member herself. Oh yes, she’d read all about Cora in the local paper she gets. It’s only fair for her to assume at this point that she’s looking for something that’s amiss; and well, Klara likes to think that she lives a quiet enough life to where trouble should be the very last thing finding its way in.
Can’t shake the way her hands start to shake; they usually do so under pressure, old scars aching beneath her gloves. She folds her arms to hide it. “ What’s wrong? ”
🐲 @coranathema
“ She doesn’t seem to like any other kind of berry . . . ” Klara hated to sound like one of those trainers, but the whole situation seemed to be hindering her training, and she was running out of ideas. Berries just don’t grow where she lives, and it’s tough for her to keep Astrid’s focus when it’s all she wants to focus on. Retraining her train of thought was obviously going to take some time, so she supposed the best market place in Agron would be the best place for her to start.
The woman seemed to have quite a variety of berries, ripe and ready to be sold. But she was looking for Aspear Berries, and loads of them. “ How many have you got? ”
🐲 @ethnosphered
Another cold afternoon, though it always seems to pull closer into night at the base of the Icelandite Mountains -- but she’s preferred it cold and dark lately anyway. Klara always expects a knock at her door, with all sorts of trainers passing her cabin throughout the day and even in the night. It comes as no surprise when she hears that familiar rattling, and the woman moves to throw a couple of more logs into her fireplace before moving to answer the door.
“ Hello. ” If anything, Klara is best at judging character, judging heart. And first impressions are nothing. Sevipers and Buneary alike have walked through her home. “ I have a fire going. Come in from the cold. ”
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“ You’ve been to Galar, too. ” She’s only assuming, but it’s safe to. Klara isn’t sure if her sudden appearance startled him, having quite literally crept through the woodwork and found him training there. The very outskirts of Norite City were typically pretty quiet, especially when approaching the mountains; but she’d been watching for a little while now, not only recognizing him as an Ice-type trainer, but as the Gym Leader as well. She’d read enough papers about him.
Her Dreepy, calmly curled up and snoozing across her shoulders, was just one sign that she had spent some of her time in the distant land. “ And . . . you have a very strong bond with your team. I admire that. ”
🐲 @frostyfrosten
you know what to do! hit that heart for a starter from a dragon tamer who essentially lives like a feral loner in the woods