Thread: Who am I?  A Pokèmon Adventure (Eternally Chaotic | Syrie)

Elera had taken note to her doll like reaction. It was a bit surprising, but after what had happened there was likely more damage then she originally had thought. As she stirred the stew she contemplated if her treatment might of had something to do with it. After all the age of the medicine and the fact she had recently administered a extra dose to her to ensure she didn't feel as much pain. Did she give her too much for her body to handle? No that couldn't be it, she made sure it was right. So many medical terms and thoughts rushed through her head, that for most people they would get dizzy. Then Bellariley spoke and her words made Elera turn to look at her. Her blank face emotionless face seemed to match Bellariley's empty voice. For a moment she was clearly stunned, then she began her thought process. Stepping away from the stove, leaning against a wall she began to ponder why her memories were absent. Even more so why she seemed to be a blank slate, even with memory loss, the loss of emotion like that was strange. Often people who lost memories were frantic, scared, and confused but this girl was calm. She hadn't actually payed any more attention to her until she had spoken to her. How long, had she been here, heh, she had to actually think. She no longer kept track of days, so it caused her to actually think for a moment. When she figured it out she looked over to the little girl already lost in her own daydream. Unaware it was about her, but she thought it would be rude to disturb her. Shaking her head she moved to prep another dish for launch. Then came the loud grunt. It seemed Spitfire had came to check up on her again. A dutiful Pokemon if there ever was one. Then again he was stubborn and hard to deal with, even so she had gotten him to work. He was a good bit of help clearing out the stumps near her home. Elera pretended to ignore there little reunion for a few moments. Until she heard the creek of the bed sounded. Turning abruptly watching Bellariley try to stand up. Making a half rush to her side when she fell back onto the bed. When her eyes fell upon her she froze and stood watching her carefully. Those eyes said it all, 'I want to do this on my own.' Elera did not move as she stood again gaining her balance and making her slow journey to the window. She could tell how hard it was on her to walk that distance. She had already guessed what was going on. Not only did her body get damaged it seemed as though there was a bit of trauma to her brain. It caused her body to have difficulty remembering things initially. Elera was pleased to see the warm reunion between these two. Crossing her arms she leaned against the wall, while she watched them. Then Bellariley turned to ask her such a question. For a moment Elera had actually thought about it and could come to only a few conclusions. Given your physical constitution, well maintained skin, hair that shows that you have never gone a day without bathing before now. Not to mention the unresponsiveness and clear fact your pokemon at least Spitfire there has no true battle experience. I would have to say no, but there is a likelihood that you are a trainer that has just recently set out on her Journey. Also given the fact that I found you near the cliff heading to Tallorin Village almost three days ago, it is likely. That place is where the first Gym is for most trainers. Though from what I understand the Leader has been missing for a while. Some say he made a trip to the Shadowlands. Though I suppose this is a bit much for you right now. Elera explained as she pondered why she had such wounds some were not consistent to falling, even off the side of a mountain, but that would have to wait for her to remember somethings before it could be answered. In that time Zorie had trotted in, her usual scowl on her little face. It seemed that one of them pissed her off. Likely Shadow given that Spitfire was there. Then again, him just running off and ignoring her would piss her off as well. Elera shook her head, and looked to Zorie. Zorie can you please take care of watching after the stew? I am going to help Miss Bellariley take a bath. We need to get the blood cleaned out of her hair, and given her reaction when she awoke I doubt that she can do so herself. Elera explained to Zorie who huffed and transformed into a young child, with the tail and ears of a Zorua. Elera just shook her head, moved to Bellariley. Sorry Spitfire but I am going to steal her for awhile. You can spend some time with her after Launch. But I will warn you again, burn my window frame anymore then you already have and I will extinguish your entire mane. Elera spoke in a calm and kind voice, but the venom that dripped from her tongue made it very clear she was quite serious. The black marks on the top of the window frame proved that he had caught it on fire at least once. Not surprising given his mane was made of fire, and he stuck his head into a wooden window. Elera gently took Bellariley's hand, and lead her to the bathroom. Once there, she would find a astounding sight, a large stone bath, with bubbling warm water, it was a hot spring. Outside of the hot spring was a stool and a shower. This type of bath would only be seen in the scattered special Inn's for people traveling to this land. It was proper edict to clean ones self before getting into the bath. Please undress and I will help you with cleaning your hair. The rest I am sure you can do yourself, unless you would like me to help with that as well. Elera told Bellariley with a stern voice. Though thinking about it, she was asking a lot of someone she only recently met. She had been told a lot that she was too stiff with people in how she talked and demanded things. Though she was unsure how she would react to how she was talking to her. What she was asking wasn't fair to her, despite how much it displeased her she knew she had to be fair. If she was to make Bellariley strip then, she should to. Sighing deeply, she slowly removed her sleeves untying the sting that held them just below the shoulder. Revealing her small hands, that were astoundingly well maintained. Then came her robes, and what laid bare for Bellariley was not likely what she would expect. Her back was covered in scars, ranging from burns to cuts, all clearly ranging in age. Though with the technology of today it was likely they could remove some if not all of such scars with only a few treatments. So it indeed would leave the question that was clear that Elera did not want to answer of why they were still there. Elera quickly wrapped a towel around her small frame hiding the scars from view. Removing her socks and setting them in a pile out of the way. Turning then to see how Bellariley was coming along.