Somewhat curiously the Vibrava gazed up at the beautiful 'mon, tilting her head a bit before pointing up. " What happened to your horn? "
"Well... I don't really know," Kreilanna replied. her hand resting upon her hornless chest. "I have a scar there from an attack when I was a child, but I'd never had horns then either. So maybe I was never meant to have them. Or maybe some of the damage from that day remains."
"A pack of Houndoom hunted me as a Ralts. I would have died that day if not for my Surrogate Father, Xelthalon. He's the reason I awoke to the ancient blood my family carries so that I could take his place when he passed on."
The Gardevoir gives a faint smile to the Vibrava beside her, though there is a sadness hidden deep within her gaze. "I hope that answers your question well enough. Thank you for visiting me."