Snippet #2443117

Elysia struggled for air as they came to a stop in the forest. She looked to Luke, then to what she thought to be his Eevee, then to Ralts, who looked up at her with an adorable little smile on her face, thought Elysia seemed to be able to tell that the Ralts was scared. And Ralts knew exactly the same about her. It was weird. They could both pick up how the other was feeling, yet she had never met this pokémon before in her entire life. It seemed strange... But Elysia felt happy, if even for a moment. The happy feelings took a back seat to her concerns. Were these pokémon alright? Who was the boy she had latched onto in the heat of the madness? He didn't look too well, and Elysia thought that maybe if she approached him, they'd be able to try and make at least a little sense of what was going on around them. "Excuse me...?" She said shyly, approaching an exhausted Luke.