Post by KEAVY GLYNDWR on Oct 3, 2011 19:40:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out  WORDS 323 TAGGED QUIL NOTES SORRY ITS SHORT Sunrise. Keavy couldn't remember the last time she was awake to watch the sun come up, but she was beginning to wonder why she didn't do so more often. The pinks and oranges had brightened the sky before even the slightest edge of the sun had peeked above the horizon and the sky behind her was still black and starry. The waves crashed lazily onto the chilly sand, but luckily she'd been able to keep her feet dry and warm with Kearney giving her a lift. Kearney, her Dragonite and best friend, travelled absolutely everywhere with her. The two figures though vastly different in size seemed to get along splendidly, Kearney was kind and understanding and Keavy enjoyed his odd ways. They had experience a lot together in their past year of training, but still... She couldn't help but feel amazed at how different it was in Dewford without the warmth of the sun and flocks of beach-goers. Keavy's attention turned back to the town behind her, tiny lights sparkled outward toward her through the windows and doors. Somehow even with all of the trouble the rebels had given the Pokeverse this place didn't seem to be bothered by it very much. She smiled slightly at the thought, a world without Rebels. On a trip to Mirage Island she'd seen exactly what they could do first hand, but she'd been lucky enough to hold onto her Pokemon. A hand grazed over the balls on her belt, what would she have done without them? Keavy wasn't honestly sure. Now that she lived here her Pokemon had become her life. Kearney shifted under her weight and she glanced down at him. "What Kearney?" She crooned "Bored already? I swear your attention span is shorter than Quil's" Kearney snickered and Keavy followed suit. As much as she adored Hayden, she couldn't deny that she missed her best friend. Where had Quil gone off to anyway? these dry bones cry for you |
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