ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[desirestruth]

"He is my starter, yes. A very young pokemon, I'm told."

She breaks eye contact finally, to kneel down and pick Remy up. He's less scared with the larger pokemon gone, but still unnerved, and Naeva knows the small pokemon likes to be held closer to eye level while people are talking. For that moment, then, her entire demeanor softens--she clearly cares deeply for her pokemon, and the feeling seems to be mutual, given how Remy nestles himself into her shoulder.

When she looks back up, the light catches her eyes again, and they gleam like any wolfs' eyes would in the dark. Slitted pupils and a slight lisp caused by her reappeared fangs are also more noticeable as the conversation goes on, but Naeva doesn't much care what conclusion other people come to--she's never hid what she is. She's only been otherwise these last few weeks, after all.

"What is your name?" He had not volunteered it but she's not about to let him out of an equal exchange, here.

[silverstorm]

Tensions are melting, snarls in their unfortunate meeting gently untangling into more comfortable levels. Cadeyrn notes that there is something not-quite-right about her, and his attention strays along against these details, gleaming eyes and fangs a little too long, a little too sharp. Is she wearing contacts? It would not be unusual, but he would not like to stand close enough to confirm it.

The young man allows little gaps in his defenses as well, willing to play along with her as long as they are caught up in this odd situation. He considers it briefly before a different pokeball is picked up, and lightly tapped against his opposite shoulder. The light gathers into a tiny shape, pear-shaped with an apple-head, topped with a ears each almost as wide as her little body. A tiny nose twitches, grey-furred and whiskered, before her wide, big brown eyes blink open, and the minccino chitters a little noise.

She's quick to slip around his neck, watching the stranger with the prettiest little eyes before she scurries yet again to his non-dominant shoulder. With her tail wrapped around his neck, Cinders presses her paws in her trainer's hair and starts nuzzling into it, ignoring the other two present. She seems quite content to simply stand there and groom him, even if his hair is immaculate. It brings to attention the few studs pierced through his earlobe.

"My name is Cadeyrn; Cadeyrn Blackthorn. And she is Cinders."

Cinders' little nose twitches when he introduces her, but she is not sparing the other two a glance. Not even when Cadeyrn reaches to scratch at her tummy.

"What's your field of work, or study?" he asks next, conversationally. He's getting too used to these kinds of discussions; impersonal, all while being strangely telling of the people around him.

[desirestruth]

"...A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blackthorn, Ms. Cinders." Her nod to the pokemon is no less sincere than her nod to Caderyn. She does truly mean the greeting with all respect, even if Cinders is making her disinterest very clear. But her expression does falter at the question, and she goes quiet for a while, gently stroking down Remy's back as she thinks.

"Queen" is a born position, not a profession, but for those familiar with royalty it does well as a shorthand to explain the work required by the position. Diplomacy, logistics, administration and policy-making, as well as the unique amounts of forestry and witchcraft required to maintain the Black Forest...where does she begin? What can she say that doesn't stray into having to explain the mechanisms of her home back to the first tree planted, and the Night Mother's creation of her people? It's a bit much for an initial conversation. Creation myths are for at least a third meeting, especially when they were proven mostly true when the creator deity ambushed you at your wedding reception...

She's getting distracted.

After a longer moment of thought, Naeva huffs a faint laugh. An easier answer rests in her arms. "At present...being a mother quite disrupts any other job I might have."