decidxeye:
It was likely of him.
As long as a stranger/interloper/unknown creature did not cause turmoil of any sorts, or dared disturb the tranquility of his homeland one way or another, Alba wouldn’t ever dare to offer his aid or to even give out any possible help to whoever was the person or Pokémon in question - and Sabrina was no difference from this thought process of his. He’d suggested help, she’d accepted. Simple as that. There they’d find themselves, cruising through the forest, Alba by her side, wings neatly tucked by his side with his steps calm and his hood slightly enclosed around his face - not too much of course, features still somewhat visible for the Braixen to see and gaze at. Last thing he desired was to seem sketchy or shady to someone the likes of her. After all, he wouldn’t question, but she seemed…well, of refined nature.
He’d held a neutral smile through the entirety of their trip too, truly holding no ill intentions towards the other, were no negativity in her person to arise. All he wished for was to take her to safety, or, at the best of situations, to wherever she desired to be at, so, it is only to be expected that when the Braixen comes to a stop and gives him the most of neglecting looks, that the Decidueye becomes confused and slightly concerned.
He did not want to question her, he really didn’t, but they were far from even reaching their destination, and the path ahead - especially their current trail, was classified by his senses as inappropriate and dangerous.
Alba would protest, of course.
“…W-What?
…You surely cannot be serious, right, miss?
We’re barely even halfway to our destination, and the road ahead is beyond risky - especially if you do not know them!”
Trust was something she did not know she could afford this Decidueye. She wanted to, truly, from the bottom of her heart. The mainland was home to things she could only dream of when she scoured through the countless books in her library, eating away at the magic of it all. She always wanted to come here for whatever reason and taste just how different the air was on the mainland, and how much more radical the folk were, but even she knew of the dangers. It was often that her father sat her upon his lap of sagely hood and, with great thematic presence, warned her of the type of world that resided east of their island. A world of turmoil and fear, home to only the darkest of figures that crawled upon that part of the earth and would prey upon her at any given moment. As the sole remaining princess of Farabusad, caution was all she had. Caution, haughtiness, and wit.
"How do I know I can trust you?" As blunt as her question may have been, it wasn't without merit. Pirates had claimed the seas ever since Groudon's unrest caused the traumatic turmoil that it did, for they k n e w without a doubt that many would be weakened by the chaos that claimed the land. Her passage had not been an easy one, and it still would not be. Family rivals would do anything they could to snip the bud of her flower. If she put even the slightest bit of faith into the wrong individual then, like that, her head would be served as a platter to the enemies that King Alexander Fernand and Queen St. Mary Fernand created.
And she knew it. The fire blazing in her eye, the eternal gift from Mother Ho-Oh, knew this far too well.
"I ask that you tell me how I might trust you. Only then shall we proceed beyond this point. If you think a lady such as I will just be led into the darkest confines of the jungle without proper verification of who you are, then you are sorely mistaken, oh surly knight."
Taking a step backwards with her paw now firmly grasped to her stick, Sabrina did her bust to stay calm. Her legs did not tremble and her eyes did not waver. Had Alba gained her trust then as quickly as this began it would be over, but she had to now. Even if it meant inciting his offense or frustration, she would not leave off into the night without securing her safety. She was princess, after all. She could not afford herself the luxury of waning off that any brave soul who agreed to her whims would simply sweep her off her feet, bringing her into the star-printed dreams of romanticized posh and rubbish.
"I ask that you speak quickly. A lady does not like to be kept waiting."
















