Outside the Boutique || Morning || Plant 83
Alirah seemed positive there would be blankets here, a thought almost as comforting as a blanket itself, but Plant was still put off by his prior thought. He just wanted to leave, to get away from this place of memories, and the Umbreon seemed to pick up on that. “... We have a lot of time for exploring later. I think we should go rest and figure out dinner.”
Giving a shaky nod of agreement the child made his way toward the stack of pots near the door. Maybe later he would feel okay enough to explore.
Taking in several fast, deep breaths the child tried to calm himself. There was no point getting worked up; they got the pots and they were already leaving. Soon they would be cooking..! Something completely different to take his mind off things. Try as he might Plant struggled to feel that excitement again, and only the boom from the distant storm outside made any sensation within his breast.
He must have gotten lost within his mind as Ali came back draped in new apparel. “I found this for you. It looks nice.”
Reaching a tentative hand out Plant gingerly brushed the plush blanket and felt a tingle go down his spine. Its so soft.
His eyes widened; his nests of leaves and straw could never compare. She had searched for such a nice thing for him
. Overwhelmed by the kindness he practically missed Ali's attempt to bundle up their spoils, something he would have offered to help with, but the Umbreon seemed to have it under control as they made their way back to the boutique.
Outside, the damp air was like a refreshing touch. It held a different smell than that of the old house, and was a new sensation in comparison that the child welcomed. Sure, he had had his fill of cold, dark, and wet for a good while, but he wasn't about to complain about the change of scenery. The sound of thunder could be heard again, and while it brought a tiny smile to Plant's maw Conan did not react as positively. Moving a bit closer to the Eevee the child tried to offer his smile to him like some sort of comfort or support. There had been enough bad feelings lately; Conan didn't need to add to that mess.
And then, it all seemed to stop. The sudden clunky thump of Alirah's bundle hitting the ground was enough to snap Plant back to attention. Had something spooked her, or did she stub a toe? Was the bundle just too much strain that he should have helped her with? He reached out a small arm, a hesitant, "Alirah?"
squeaking from his maw as he attempted to ask what was wrong, but the Umbreon was on top of it. With a tense voice she gently but firmly asked, “Can you two do me a favor, dears? I’m gonna go check out the Boutique, if you hear anything from in there, find somewhere close by to hide.”
The request was unnerving, and while Plant tried to look beyond the pink ball of fluff he couldn't see what had upset her. Uneasy, he only managed to give a small affirming nod and choke out a small, "okay."
Standing tensely in the cold, open space before the Boutique the Snivy could not stop his hands from instinctively wringing his wrists. He wanted to go after her, to make sure Alirah was okay and find out what had caught her attention, but for whatever reason his feet would not move. There was something innately uncomfortable about waiting there, about not knowing what was wrong or if she'd be okay, and it was enough to strangle the worried child as he stared worriedly at the empty door. "Can you be my thunder buddy? I'm scared of thunderstorms and the loud thunder is scary."
Conan's voice nearly knocked him off his feet, unexpected as his focus was solely on sounds coming from the Boutique. Blinking to refocus his mind the Snivy didn't know what to think. "Sure,"
was the obvious answer, and he said it without really thinking. But he didn't want Conan to be afraid. There was little he could do to make things better- he was no defending, and not good at comforting others. Storms didn't scare him so he couldn't really understand what was wrong with it. He doesn't like the noise.
Kicking a foot against the soggy ground Plant couldn't help but smile as he thought of the coming days when sunlight finally pierced this gloomy town. "You know,"
he started, trying to keep his voice light despite his worry, "Thunder has to be loud. It's trying to wake up all the baby plants sleeping under the soil."