Each time Leon made a glance backwards, he was met by Julius’ regal stare. The Royal Pokemon made a chuff about the third time that the boy looked at him, as though to say ‘pay attention’. Pokemon were always far more intelligent than they gave off and Julius was no exception. He was simply there as a buffer from the other guests at the gala who might otherwise distract his handler from his duties.
Once they were outside, Julius sat at the door, his large size easily creating a barrier as well as any manner of bodyguard could. The pokemon yawned wide before shifting to settle into an upright laying position and though his ears were not visible to the eye, they were rotating underneath his mane for sense of danger. Ever vigilant when his handler was on the job, as he was trained to do. The perfect deterrent from eavesdropping ears.
“Ah, I’m sure it’s wonderful to have a family to be proud of you. And a little brother, eh? Tres magnifique! What a wonderful role for him to look up to! I heard that you are from a small town, mon garçon. Must truly be the pride and joy, hm?”
The duke moved over to the balcony and rested his hands on the stone, feeling it underneath his hands as though he were studying the structure itself, the stability. Once content enough, he moved to face Leon, leaning against the banister while motioning for the lad to follow him closer and look over towards the star-filled night sky before them.
“You have beautiful skies here, almost reminds me of home. Have you ever been to Kalos, Leon?”
He could feel heat rising on his cheeks at the chuff, a clear enough reprimand for his wandering attention. Clear enough to him, at least, and Leon did his best to focus on the path ahead. Even if every fiber of his being buzzed with questions regarding the large Pyroar lounging behind them.
The things Lysandre said about his family and town were true, of course, and he nodded along to them. What a boon, to be able to say that the crown jewel of Galar had come from their little corner of the woods. The magnificent, undefeated Champion had been raised right on their doorsteps!
Or . . . something to that effect. They were certainly much happier to see him, now that he’d put the town on the map.
Leon hummed noncommittedly, coming to rest his own hands against the edge of the balcony. He matched the Duke’s gaze, eyes softening at the sight of the brilliant sky above. The stars had always been a wonderous sight, and this night was no exception.
"No, sir, I haven’t. I’ve never actually left Galar at all yet.” And he said yet with a sense of conviction, a promise of having that change some time into the future. He’d love to see more of the world, but perhaps for now, he would just have to settle for hearing about it.
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