Post by kirsi on Dec 6, 2012 18:35:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [style=float: left; margin: 0 5 0 10;][style=background-color: #ebebeb; border: 10px #cc0066 solid; padding: 2px; height: 80px; width: 80px;]  Kirsi exhaled lightly and looked towards the sky. It was cold enough on the autumn day for her breath to be seen, she knew, as she could feel it on her face as it drifted upward. It wasn’t necessarily early, but there was still little chance people would be out already. Therefore, it was the perfect time for a walk. Pulling one shrunken pokeball from a pocket of her dress, she expanded it in her palm before releasing the pokemon within in a flash of light. A light chiming sound came from the pokemon she’d selected, like a wind ornament emitting the sound that was so soft with each breeze. ”Chimecho…” she murmured, getting her pokemon’s attention. ”You ready?” She heard another small chime, and took that as her pokemon nodding. Kirsi turned to face the path she knew led away from her house inset in one of the hills from the open, grassy Pallet Town. ”Let’s walk to the other edge of Town and back. What do you think?” The pokemon gave an excited chime in response and instantly moved to guide its trainer. It took in the surroundings with its own eyes and sent repetitious flashes of the images of the town to the Medium’s mind, allowing her to “see”. They walked quietly, the peace of the morning keeping both of the pair satisfied with the calm surrounding them. [style=color: #cc0066; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1.5px; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic;]spirits of those passed, ❚ WORDS: 231 [/style][/style][/style]❚ TAGS: Proto as Blue ❚ NOTES: yeah I kinda borrowed this. ohwell. ❚ CREDITS: Ambassador Tanz |