Ashes, ashes (Etta) (Fin)

[Etta Rassul]

SO CLOSE TO SOMETHING BETTER LEFT UNKNOWN

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note I approve of this plan. I approve very much. um ~ maybe the second version? Etta comes across Stell being attacked, and before she can do anything to help stell takes out the attacker. 

I can feel it

in my bones

They ate lunch, and conversation turned toward topics with less gravity. Sights to be seen in Hoenn, interesting stories they had heard on their travels, and the continued antics of their Pokemon - Cleave attempting to engage Lyshra in conversation, among other things.

Stell loosened up considerably, which Etta found herself extremely relieved by. She fed Lyshra meatballs and seemed pretty charmed by Cleave. 

"We made a promise when we met," Etta explained, at one point during the meal, when Eclair and Cleave had gone out on the deck. "I'm going to help him evolve into a Gallade - ostensibly so he won't be constantly mistaken for female." She laughed. "Eclair and I met him wandering around in Saffron City, and he let me catch him just for that purpose."

Of course, evolution wasn't an easy task to go about, but she was fairly sure he would evolve into a Kirlia soon. And then she would just need to work on getting a Dawn Stone, somehow . . .

Before long, dessert was being served and it was almost time to leave. They would be parting ways soon, Etta supposed. Stell wanted to get to Fortree - and Etta wasn't sure where she was headed next, at the moment. She needed to find a job of some kind, but she had been avoiding calling the firm.

She shook her head, staring down at her plate - strawberry shortcake - and then looked up at Stell. "You're headed toward Fortree, huh?"

Before they separated, Etta planned on asking her for her cell number. The first real friend she had made on her travels, and Etta didn't want to lose touch with her - something that was easy to do, when said friend was a Pokemon trainer, with goals and the will to travel. Etta knew that from experience. 

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LET THE DARKNESS COME

The light atmosphere of the lunch was nice, and Stellar felt freer than in years. She humored Etta with the most light of her stories, or what she could remember of, anyway, like when she first hatched a Pokemon and had no idea what to do. Wystra had looked like she wanted to kick the trainer in the head, then. Everything was light enough to the point that Lyshra willingly left her side and went to the deck with Cleave and Eclair....and Stellar didn't mind. She was surprised herself, and that must have shown on her face, somewhat. She actually didn't mind. When was the last time she walked around without a Pokemon by her side? One is always out with her no matter what, and if a place don't allow her Pokemon she always tries to find a way. It's vulnerable, yet, so very refreshing. Stellar chuckled at Cleave's story. "I can see him as a fairly dashing Gallade," she pointed out, smile on her face, "...and he could protect you too. Gallades are powerful." ....she cares. She actually cared. She cares about Etta, for some reason she cannot pinpoint. Maybe it's how the surroundings are, everything is lighter than that dark, dark region. Maybe it's how she's so trusting. Maybe it's both. Maybe it's fate. ("You're headed toward, huh?") "I'm actually not sure," Stellar admitted, "It is my ultimate goal, so in a way, I don't have anything to work for if I head there too early. Maybe I'll wander around a bit." Then it came. The moment of separation; Stellar knew it was coming, it always does. Hesitantly, but really, she's just pushing her luck and throwing herself wide open for this one time, taking this one risk, Stellar exchanged her phone number with Etta. In a way, she's doing this for purely selfish reasons; she have grown to care for the other woman, who seems genuinely sweet. Stellar thinks that it is most likely fate, to have met Etta in the desert. She met her first friend, at the beginning of the war, in the desert too, and that place is definitely magical for her. But she didn't want to lose Etta, like how she lost that friend of hers, died out of her reach, passing Plume to her care. "I'll see you later," she almost emphasized the last word, as if afraid there is no later for them. Lyshra was back to her heels, yapping and bouncing on her paws, eager to go. "And Etta, Stell is really short for Stellar. It had been great, meeting you."

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Finished! We must hold a record or some sort, finishing threads this fast.