GasherGirlie

~PART SEVEN~    Though it was a wonderfully bright day, Cyprian decided to spend his time at Xenia's, helping her while at the same time caring for Lucienne. He knew she'd feel better the next day, but also had a determination to speed up the recovery process in any way he could. Xenia was tickled pink, though it was unapparent on her rosy complexion, by the extra assistance and, as she would admit without a trace of guilt later, being able to see the two interact.    Not long after Lucienne's midday tea regimen (which Xenia and Cyprian joined in on, of course), there was a knock at the door that was answered by the clinic's matron. She ma

~PART SIX~    No sooner had Lucienne and Cyprian reentered the forest than it began to pour rain again. At least the foliage served as a complex gutter system, so whereas their feet got a little wet, their heads did not suffer as much. Cyprian had decided to take a detour on the way home to show Lucienne some lake he'd mentioned only in a brief verbal pass. It was starting to get dark though, and Lucienne got a little worried, especially after her brief encounter with the unknown entity earlier that day. She was also getting a bit tired from walking around all day, but Cyprian seemed as chipper and energetic as always, save for what was tax

   A pair of tired, mournful-looking ruby eyes peered out of their window into the hard rain that was pouring relentlessly on the terrain in nonstop sheets of pelting water. Lucienne hummed to herself to keep her spirits up, but her ears stayed low and her tail refused to wag against her little wooden stool. She hoped with everything in her being that the determined rainstorm would find cause elsewhere, else her very first mission at the Guild would probably not be able to be done, and what a shame it would be if the poor old alakazam was barred off from his family all thanks to an idiotically stubborn atmospheric phenomenon...    Without mo

   Waking up to the gentle warmth of the sun through a window was always perfectly acceptable to Lucienne. Her soft ruby eyes lazilly opened up to the glowing beams and she rubbed them thoroughly to wake herself up.    It had been two days since the trip to the Guild, and already she had her first escort mission scheduled a week from that morning. The request came from an alakazam named Sevasmos, a respectable but very old man that simply wanted to see his grandchildren for the youngest's third birthday. Cyprian had picked out the mission waiting for her and Minerva's conference to clear up.    In return for her assistance around the clini