[As far as the eye can see there's only a field of grass with a light wind blowing. It's freezing cold, but the boy laying back to look at the stars doesn't seem to notice. Or, if he does, he's used to it. He's been here for a while, slowly watching them blink out of existence one by one. Each time they do he reaches up, sadness written on his face
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Then she feels something...hit her on the head. Her hand reflexively darts into her bag, grabbing a Pokeball and looking around before realizing, with a wave of relief, that, no, there are no enemies around for her to fight.
The relief is quickly replaced with puzzlement, though, when she notices the pieces on the ground. She picks them up and pockets them, looking around for their owner.
It's not long before she finds Ventus.]
Hey.
[Whitlea's greeting is quiet, tinged with a sort of sad sympathy. She'd tell him she found the pieces of his wayfinder, but it seems as if this is a bad time to bring them up.]
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[She gives him a soft smile.]
I'm Whitlea.
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V-Ventus, but call me Ven. [His own smiles hesitant, really confused, too.] Did I dream you up?
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[She shrugs, then sits down next to him.]
Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Ven.
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[A small nodded - and he'll go with the flow. She seems nice enough right now... .] YEa, same here..
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[Her hand, in one fluid motion, darts into her bag, grabs a Pokeball and tosses it into the air, watching as Vanillish emerges.]
Vanillish, meet Ven.
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