Our Glowing Silver Sun

[myoon]

There are many things humans enjoy, an many things they hate. Among the things they like is speech. The ability to say their mind, speak up, do something about it. If there was something they did not like all they had to do was speak in order for everyone to know. But what if they couldn't? What if they where stuck, forever silent, isolated from the rest of the world? There was a girl that was in the Nexivus region, this girl was Erianna Dare.

Erianna gave a small shiver as she walked toward professor Hawthorne's lab in the early hours in the morning. It was only about five A.M., the sun yet to rise. While it would probably be warmer later on in the day there was a chill, the kind that seemed to have a wet hint to it thanks to the early morning dew.

Once she reached the door Erianna pushed it open, giving a small grin as a rush of warm air greeted her. After giving a quick glance around the sixteen year old leaned against a wall as she waited for someone to greet her. Her long white hair flowed down her back, lightly touching her brown shirt. The light color of her hair just seemed to belong on her thanks to both her pale skin and her eyes. Her eyes where a light crystal blue, a shade that could be considered pretty or creepy. She would have been attractive, a snow angel, if it where not for one painfully obvious flaw. There was a angry red scar on the left side of her face, going from the hairline, over her eye, and down to her chin. If one where to look close enough they would see a scar going across Erianna's throat, what was left of the wound that muted her.

Yes, Erianna Dare was mute, unable to speak, forever silent. It was because of this that she raised the large piece of paper that she held in her right hand, holding it in front of it. The sign read, 'I'm sorry but I cannot speak, I am mute. Please choose a Pokemon that you think I would be good with.'

OOC: A Buneary, please. I asked Kit, she said its okay.

[| odysseus]

PROF. HAWTHORNE

Even at about five in the morning the professor was already hard at work. An ill Houndour had recently recovered from its sickness and was now being given its ‘outside time’, the bundled-up woman keeping a watchful eye on the scampering Pokémon. While the Houndour nibbled at the durable leg of a brightly colored slide a wistful smile brightened the early-bird professor’s face. Watching young Pokémon have fun always had that sort of effect on her. From behind an unexpected gust of chilly air buffeted her back, causing her to snuggle deeper into her scarf, gripping her tea fiercely with both hands. Drinking tea in cold weather was the most conflicting sensation ever. To be cold on the outside, but warm on the inside, simply played mind games on her brain. Amazing! Her few minutes of bliss were suddenly interrupted by the resounding voice of her lovely Lilac. Someone is here. Professor couldn’t help but frown a little as she was forced to return the playful fire and dark type and head back inside only to tend to one person. And what a strange hour to get a Pokémon, at that! Come to think of it, she rarely had visitors in the early morning. This was usually her designated moment to spend quality time with the Pokémon in her care.

After entering her warm home she handed the Houndour’s Poké Ball to an assistant and briskly made her way to the front door to welcome her guest. But as she neared it she caught sight of the other woman right away. The girl had already welcomed herself in! Approaching the strange girl Maria began to notice shocking scars inflicted upon her body, primarily her face. The first foremost obvious imperfection was the sizeable portion of skin that was marred by a hideous scar on the left side of her otherwise pretty face. A sign the girl held up made Professor Hawthorne’s heart fall even deeper into pity. It was suddenly clear what that strip of ruined skin across her neck was. The professor held her hand in front of her mouth and whimpered slightly into it before nodding and saying, “Come on in, sweetie. I’ve got just the companion for you.” Like a mother taking in an orphan she placed her hand behind the girl’s back and ushered her inside, directing her toward her office.