refresher || Lanthe&Izzy
The womanâs exuberance swiftly rekindled her vibrancy. To meet a traveler so fascinated with the sea hugging a city so dependent on mindless tourism, the diver was ecstatic to chatter with her over the fence that held her back.Â
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Lanthe scurried into her room, eager to pack up for a girlâs day sort of thing.
 Truth be told, this would be the first time sheâs done something like this in a long time. Noelle was always on tours and Naomi wasnât interested in doing anything remotely girly. So she was very grateful that the opportunity arose, without wasting anytime she quickly slipped into a modest one-piece and put a cute sundress over it. After looking at herself in the mirror, she decided to grab her favorite sunhat and left with her bag slung on her shoulder.
She came out of her room and met back up with her newfound friend. She too had a bag in tow and a bright smile on her face, her footsteps had a bounce to them as they strode together out of the building.
Outside the sun was warm and inviting, Wingulls gawked in the sky above and tourists bustled about on the streets below. The salty and fishy smell of the sea was met with a loving smile, practically a treat for someone like Lanthe! Especially since she lived in the landlocked city of Mistralton, forest on every side with no ocean to speak of.
âMy name is Izzy, by the way! Itâs real nice to meet you, miss. Thank you for freeing me, haha!â
Izzyâs voice is full of cheer, it reminds Lanthe of her daughter, Noelle. But she doesnât have time to think about that. âGoodness! I canât believe I forgot to introduce myself.â She bows her head in respect, âMy name is Lanthe. As you already know I come from Unova and I brew potions, and youâre welcome. I should be thanking you for being so willing to me out on such short notice!â She flashes a smile at Izzy, itâs a suitable name for her. âSo Izzy, what do you do? You work as a receptionist but the way you spoke about the sea, it was filled with a sort of⌠romance I would call it.â Before they knew it, they stood in front of a quaint soup shop.
âWhy donât you tell me over soup? Of course if you prefer something else I donât mind!â










