[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

At the sound of the maid's voice, Gabrielle cringed. She hadn't trusted her or Florentine right away, but she couldn't help feeling bad about how they'd gotten into trouble going to get her. She let out a long sigh. [color=palegoldenrod]"It's just there's surely a better dress around here,"[/color] she grumbled.

Once the mess was cleaned up, Gabrielle climbed out of the bath, ears trailing on the floor from the weight of the soaked fluff. She rubbed the back of her aching neck, the heavy wrist fuzz making it a more difficult task than it should have been. How would she ever get used to this?

[color=palegoldenrod]"All this is going to take forever to dry,"[/color] she moaned as she strode back into the bedroom, watching Simone hastily plug in the hairdryer and start it up. 

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[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Mira turned around, trying not to squint and blink too much against the hall lights. [color=magenta]"There's nothing to worry about,"[/color] she replied. [color=magenta]"I'm alright."[/color] Even as she tried to reassure Florentine, she knew neither her words nor her body language would bring comfort. It wasn't easy to hide things from a psychic, particularly a Gallade, and even before the transformation, he'd been good at reading her. His protectiveness meant it was in his nature to worry about others.

[color=magenta]"Well... I will be,"[/color] she continued as she moved away from the door, looking over in a gesture for him to follow. She wanted to make sure both Normal types would be ok, but intervening further would cause Florentine more stress, and she didn't want to be overly harsh with the Lopunny after her experience. At least the guest had stopped yelling - for now.

[color=magenta]"Both of you in there,"[/color] the head housekeeper called towards the door, [color=magenta]"if there's a problem at all, please report it to me."[/color] Simone wasn't the type to report rudeness, but she shouldn't have to suffer in silence, and if the Lopunny was unhappy with something, Mira would rather get vented at than let it happen to someone else.

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[center][h2][color=yellow]Alyssa[/color][/h2][/center]

Alyssa was singing to herself as she watered a bed of roses, the sweet-smelling blooms being by far her favourites in the garden. They reminded her of a certain someone...

She turned her head as the door opened. [color=yellow]"Hey there!"[/color] she greeted the Emboar. [color=yellow]"No problem! So, I'd better pick a few extra, right? I hear we've got a guest."[/color] Her tone lost some of its brightness. [color=yellow]"Someone in the same boat as us... That must have been especially tough, if they thought they were alone."[/color] She perked back up, a smile lighting her face, as she continued. [color=yellow]"But a good meal and some company has to be just what they need!"[/color]

As Porscine left, Alyssa grabbed a basket and skipped towards the vegetable patch - well, tried to skip. She'd only just gotten the hang of walking on her tiny leaf feet without falling over. Plucking tomatoes from vines and mushrooms from a stack of logs, she thought over the best ways to cheer up the new arrival and make them feel at home.