taciturncoordination
A quiet groan left the woman's lips as she glanced up at the tree in front of her. She was not far off the path, in fact anyone who was passing by would probably notice the green haired woman glaring up into the branches above. It was not the branches themselves which had upset her, but rather the small psychic type which sat perched in said branches. His gaze almost appeared blank, as though he did not realize or understand his trainer's frustration.
After teleporting up into a tree just out of her reach, Scratch had simply sat and watch her as she called up to him. Estella quickly grew frustrated with his disinterest in his trainer's commands to return to where she could reach him. Now she simply want him down as quickly as possible, she was done with his games today.
"Scratch! Get down her this instant," She commanded in a stern tone. "Do I need to get Scritch out here to get you down instead?"








