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[color=1589FF]Feasting Hall | Shula Castle
Interacting with: [@Ambra][/color][/center]


If there was one thing she felt, it was how overwhelming this whole scenario was. Zella watched what seemed like countless people, and all of them were stuffing their faces with food. Alongside many were pokemon, who were also very busy with eating whatever they could get their hands on. And that was before even thinking about how long each table appeared to be, how impressive the hall entirely was, and how crowded the beams near the ceiling were with flying pokemon.

Zella just placed her hand on Mist's back, who gave a small grunt, clearly sharing in Zella's feeling of being overwhelmed. Or maybe it was an overall feeling of discomfort for the pokemon, as it was never one for large crowds. Wrapping an arm around Mist's neck, she started to walk forward, slowly and carefully. With how crowded the whole place felt, she had quite some doubt she would even find a spot to seat at. She also hoped no one would give her too much attention, even if she knew that Mist was a cause of attention. Not every day people saw the pokemon of disaster, or wanted him to be around.

Eventually, she found herself a spot next to a man, who had long black hair and a Northern Ninetails by his side. It was a somewhat comforting sight for her. Even if Zella's memories from her time in Nerida were slowly getting foggy, she did still enjoy the sight of pokemon that were associated with the north, or the cold. Settling down on the spot, she motioned to Mist to stay close, which the Absol was more than happen to comply to. Looking up at the table, she noticed many around had blue eyes. Perhaps they were Neridans? She wasn't sure. She first took a bit of the bird, and handed it to Mist to eat, before turning to grab some greens to herself and then beginning to eat quietly.