#| ☩ Thread: 04: Shea & Heather ☩ |

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@gracifleur​ (liked for a stater)

The very idea that there exist continents outside of Kanto and Johto is still something he’s coming to terms with--residing in a nation that’s been closed off to the rest of the world his entire life makes his understanding of it as a while limited. He never expected to leave Kanto’s borders either, but one circumstance had lead to another, and a wealthy, traveling merchant has paid the toll for his passage in order to treat his sickly son’s illness. Yet, despite their similarities, stepping into Jubilife Village felt like walking into a different world entirely. The structure of the very buildings themselves differed greatly from Kanto, as did the mannerisms of the people--they seem friendlier; a bit less hostile than what he’s grown used to. But he feels like an outsider amongst them; bowing politely to the helmsman on the deck before passing through the gates that lead into the impressive city with Azalea, his Flareon on his heels. And, yet, people seemed leery of him. Perhaps because he’s not from Hisui--maybe they are simply distrusting of strangers, though they welcome the other passengers easily. No, perhaps it’s not him who they are uncertain of, but rather the creature at his side. Truthfully, he sees very few Pokemon in the village, even if they were considered beasts of war in Kanto, seeing soldiers with them guarding the town borders was commonplace. 

“Stay close,” he warns, low. And Azalea minds his words; she always does, but a drifting flower catches her attention, and she gingerly catches it upon her nose to show him. He kneels down to pluck the delicate flower from her snout. “This is a camomile, it might be useful in soothing the merchant son’s cough.” Briefly he pats her on the had before noticing a lingering shadow cast over them from someone observing nearby. Slowly, he stands, not wishing to startle anyone, and Azalea instinctively moves to press herself against his leg per his earlier warning. “My apologies, does this belong to you? Are you a resident of this village. There is a man I must meet up with here.”