MarshmallowCloud
Previously PrimarinaHatterne
Discussion: https://pokecharms.com/threads/alola-journey-role-play-discussion.22843/#post-870678
A delicate breeze tickled the rear of Willow’s exposed neck, her strawberry brown hair divided accurately into identical braided buns. Salty ocean aromas were a passenger to the current, the fragrance embracing each pedestrian in a alleviating veil, stresses and doubts disintegrating to mere cinders in the wind. However, the therapeutic scents couldn’t cure the anxiety gnawing at Willow’s stomach today. She nudged ebony-framed prescription glasses onto the bridge of her nose with a trembling finger. Her unzipped black hoodie draped over her hands and billowed at the middle of her thighs, and, although conspicuous when considering common Alolan attire, worked wonders thawing her naturally brisk exterior. Willow partially obscured her face with her sleeves as she ventured through Hau’oli City. Three beginning trainers were scheduled to obtain Pokémon from Professor Kukui today, her being one of them.
This wasn’t as huge an issue as Willow made it out to be. Doubts were fleeting, though consistent, never ceasing to clog her thoughts. She hadn’t ever particularly been the assertive type, so what would happen if the perfect Pokémon was taken before she could meet it? What if she had met it, they shared a connection, but an eager rookie scrambled to steal it from her? Most importantly, was it possible that neither the Pokémon nor Willow were attracted to each other? Desperate for conclusions, Willow sped up, then accidentally knocked into someone. Luckily, her glasses didn’t shatter, yet she had no idea who it was. “I- I’m so sorry! I c-can’t see right now, I’ll help you when I find my glasses!”
A delicate breeze tickled the rear of Willow’s exposed neck, her strawberry brown hair divided accurately into identical braided buns. Salty ocean aromas were a passenger to the current, the fragrance embracing each pedestrian in a alleviating veil, stresses and doubts disintegrating to mere cinders in the wind. However, the therapeutic scents couldn’t cure the anxiety gnawing at Willow’s stomach today. She nudged ebony-framed prescription glasses onto the bridge of her nose with a trembling finger. Her unzipped black hoodie draped over her hands and billowed at the middle of her thighs, and, although conspicuous when considering common Alolan attire, worked wonders thawing her naturally brisk exterior. Willow partially obscured her face with her sleeves as she ventured through Hau’oli City. Three beginning trainers were scheduled to obtain Pokémon from Professor Kukui today, her being one of them.
This wasn’t as huge an issue as Willow made it out to be. Doubts were fleeting, though consistent, never ceasing to clog her thoughts. She hadn’t ever particularly been the assertive type, so what would happen if the perfect Pokémon was taken before she could meet it? What if she had met it, they shared a connection, but an eager rookie scrambled to steal it from her? Most importantly, was it possible that neither the Pokémon nor Willow were attracted to each other? Desperate for conclusions, Willow sped up, then accidentally knocked into someone. Luckily, her glasses didn’t shatter, yet she had no idea who it was. “I- I’m so sorry! I c-can’t see right now, I’ll help you when I find my glasses!”