Winter Flurries [Treasure Search / Complete]

[Rachel Zwingli]

starting over again and ►►picking up all of the pieces

So drying her clothes at the bank was a wise idea—even if it did take a while. Now the problem was, Rachel had absolutely no sense of time while she was traipsing through the Ruins—and there was no way she was going to risk Teleporting once again; because who knew if they were going to end up inside solid rock—or worse. The Ralts had reduced herself to building towers of pebbles which Rachel would knock over once she was “done”, before building some of her own. She had no idea how long she’d been lounging on the shore of the “underground river” where they’d ended up in, and was deeply regretting to not wearing a watch of some kind on her person at the very least. “Ugh… what’s taking so long for my clothes to dry out? This is annoying,” she grumbled, now wishing that she had a Fire-type with her who could at least breathe out a couple of fire balls… or even make the sun shine. But she was deep underground… or was she? She then caught the scent of the wind wafting her way; and even if her clothes were still dripping wet, she smacked them against the rocks a few more times before wringing them out one last time—and putting them back on. Once she’d finished dressing up, she then scooped up Aira, her Ralts, and proceeded to park her back on the perch before following the scent of the odd wind that was blowing through the place. Would they be able to find their way out? 4 of 4

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[Rachel Zwingli]

starting over again and ►►picking up all of the pieces

As the odd couple continued their saunter through the shores of the underground river, Rachel decided to follow the scent that was teasing her olfactories—why did it smell of warm air, even if they were all the way underground? The Ralts was back on her usual perch atop her head; however the purple-haired stage actress was still wringing out her extremely long ponytail ash she continued to trip and slide around the bank, picking her way through the overturned, polished rocks that had been worn away over time due to the waves from the nearby river crashing up on them. “Ugh, this is quiet, too quiet…” she hissed, continuing to wring her purple hair as she make a solitary march through the place—it was too risky for her to Teleport out of the place, at an rate. She’d already experienced first-hand the terrors of her Ralts’ skill malfunctioning—it was the reason why they’d ended up having to make a swim for it when they’d landed in the river. The echoing silence was shattered in the next few moments as they heard a lonely screeching coming from somewhere far above them—and her Ralts was the first to notice. “Raaaa! Ralts, raaaa!” she heard Aira cry out, before trying to look up—and seeing that the humanoid ‘mon was hanging on to the top of her head, before a little flailing limb came into her field of vision. “Ralts! Raaaaaalts, RALTS!” the small ‘mon continued, before Rachel picked up the waves of inspiration that Aira was emitting. “What? Follow that screeching noise…?” she began, before the Pokemon answered with a very vigorous nod. “RALTS!” she heard the small ‘mon warble, before the stage actress realized that her companion was dead-serious. “Alright, alright! Hang on tight!” she called out, before quickly picking up the pace, scrambling over the rocks as best as she could—following the source of the screeching noise that was flitting far ahead of them. It didn’t take too long for her to catch sight of something sparkling; and this she bent over to pick up without a second thought, before continuing to chase down the source of the screeching, howling noise. claiming!

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