To say that it has taken quite a bit of courage for Serena to be as she is now, stepping out of the elevator to initiate the final few steps to the professor’s desk, would be naught but an understatement. A supportive, father-like figure he may be-- a constant presence in her corner, and provider of normalcy--, yet the question clinging to the back of her throat does not grow any less comfortable. Hands, held behind her back, fiddle with the layout of the seats of one of Kalos’ famous theatres. Would he say no? That he is not interested in seeing her perform, let alone supporting a career outside of pokemon training? Has he seen the billboard scattered around Lumiose City, depicting her in costume-- in the main role-- to advertise a series of performances by the company she works for?
Oh, but when she is all dressed up, posing or dancing, Serena knows it can be hard to--
Before her thoughts could wander any further, the heroine finds herself but a handful of steps away from his desk. A throat clears itself softly. A single hand moves to brush a few, stray strands of hair out of the trainer’s features. Whatever his response, surely there is nothing to lose.
It is a meek, uncertain tone that encompasses her voice, betraying the few mental rehearsals Serena had done prior to setting foot in the building. Truthfully, the moment weighs on her heart. With her own father on duty and unable to suddenly manifest in Kalos, and her mother a terrifying figure to ask, who else could be better to go in their place? Slate blue eyes flicker off to the side, then back to Syacmore’s features once more.
“If you have a moment, there’s... something I would like to ask of you. It’s-- It’s nothing bad. I promise,”
