Laverre City [Boutique] l Evening l (1)
The slight bit of light offered by the moon into Laverre City was negated by the dark thunderclouds slowly, ominously passing in front of it between earth and the otherworldly skies. A crackle of lightning would brighten up the town every once in a while, the sound of thunder even louder than the rain that poured down relentlessly.
Rain collected on the roof of the Boutique and slowly crawled down and through a crack in the ceiling, running down a wooden beam and finally dripping down to the floor.
A tiny, pink form shuffled a little in her sleep, the unwelcome cold, wetness of the rain landing on her nose waking her from a cold, dreamless blackness. She rolled from her back onto her side and peeked an eye open. The lanterns Knightly had found were still lighting up the Boutique, however dimly due to the dying batteries.
Alirah’s eye slid shut and she sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the floor to fall back asleep. And then something hit her. Not literally, but one of those Oh-My-God moments that leave you shuddering. She didn’t see her best friend anywhere. ”Knightly?” she called into the shadows stretching beyond the light of the lanterns. ”Kniiiiiiightly!”
She quickly grabbed the pink frilly dress that had served as her blanket and pulled it over her form, peering out with her muzzle placed on the cold floor. A long, terrified wail left the Umbreon’s lips as she fell into a full-blown panic attack. Her teeth chattered and her fluffy pink body shook, the ivory rings on her body not shining even a little. She felt as though, if Knightly didn’t burst through that door at that exact second, she would die. She. Would. Die.
But alas, the fluffy black Furfrou did not appear, and gathering everything within her, Alirah crept out of her dress-fort and shuffled along to the door.
Where is she? What if something attacks while she‘s gone? What if she‘s gone for good? What if she‘s out there and needs my help? What if… she rattled off so many of these questions in her mind, unsure of exactly the proper course of action. She wanted Knightly back, now, but she didn’t know how to bring her back to safety.
The Boutique lit up for a brief second, bright, blinding white. As the following thunder rumbled, Alirah found herself running for her life and diving underneath a table. ”Knightly, why did you leave me?!” she cried, tears forming in her baby blue eyes.
She trembled in place for what must’ve been ten minutes, eternities for the Umbreon. It didn’t seem like Knightly was coming back. ”Oh God…” Ali whispered, ”She‘s gonna die! I... I have to save her!”
Bringing all of her bravery into her feet, she padded to the door with her tail between her hind legs and lantern in her teeth. She truly thought when she peered out the door, something horrible and hideous would be staring back. Alirah steadied her breaths, slower and calmer, and jumped up to the sideways doorknob and tried to pop it open.
Due to her short stature, this did not work well. She completely missed the first try.
Giving a sigh, Alirah’s tail swept along the floor behind her and she jumped again, grabbing the metal handle with her front paws and hanging awkwardly from it. Once the handle released it’s hold on the doorframe, she flew backwards against the floor as the wind and rain blew it open and soaked her. She cared little about her pelt-- what if something heard that!? She would be SO dead SO fast.
A split second decision had her rushing out the door and into the storm. Her fur blew around wildly and her rings glowed weakly, just enough to light her way - as she was an idiot and forgot the lantern. Oh God, this was such a bad idea…
Alirah held herself close to the ground as she moved, looking around her for any traces of a monster out for her flesh. But more importantly, looking for that fluffy, black pooch that seemingly fell off the face of the planet. ”Knightly? Kniiiightly?” she called in a hushed tone, ”Where are-- AAAH!””
The Umbreon took a faulty step forward, slipping on a slick, muddy spot and sending herself tumbling forwards. She rolled butt-end over her shoulder and then sideways down the road in a fast-moving, chest-deep-on-her current of water dragging her along. Alirah flailed wildly, her tiny body reaching for anything to grasp onto, finally catching a fence post with her small white claws. Her short legs shook with the effort it took to hang on while water washed into her face and nose.
She gave one last-ditch pull and was able to roll to the side of the current and make it to her paws. Needless to say, she was not walking. She was not trotting. She was running, booking it back to the Boutique. By the time she reached the door, she was covered in gray mud and dirty water, shaking from the cold, fear and exertion. She slammed the door shut, running for the dressing room and slamming the curtains closed. It was Hell out there, and Knightly was in it. She was in it, and Ali had failed her and ran miserably back to their safehouse.
The back of Ali’s throat ached and tears formed in her eyes, rolling down her magenta cheeks and dripping to the floor.