[h1][color=2e8b57]Isla Gill[/color][/h1][sub][hr][color=2e8b57]Mentions:[/color] [@Pyromania99] [color=2e8b57] Location:[/color] Byjerlfal City, Camphor’s Lab[/sub]

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[*] N/A
[/list][color=2e8b57]Inventory:[/color] 1000p[list]
1 x Potion
1 x Pokeball
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[quote][i]"My, my. Isla was it? Trying to make good friends with the Eevee before you use the Pokeball?"[/i][/quote]
The little Eevee in question went stock-still at the sound of Camila’s voice, eyes looking up at her with only the tiniest of head motions as Isla paused, withdrawing the hand with food for a moment. Eyes darted from the newcomer to the feeding girl and back again, calculating and calculating if there was some sort of problem, if the newcomer wasn’t kind, so on and so forth. Isla pursed her lips, scratching between his ears again as she adjusted her posture, whispering in sing-song little tones, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

As he began to relax again, finally, she moved out her hand to keep feeding the Eevee. Looking a bit over her shoulder as her hands were preoccupied, Isla paused, thinking on what [i]exactly[/i] she wanted to say. Was it right to say what she thought so bluntly? What would Camila even think of her for rejecting a Pokeball so quickly when it seemed to be so expected? Would she think Isla had some sort of high horse, that she thought herself better than all the other trainers for not using such a common, simply accepted tool of the trade? Well…maybe. Maybe not. Isla sighed at it all, blowing the air out from her nose as the Eevee finally got to the last little pieces of jerky in the palm of her hand.

“I’m not too sure I’ll use one. Feels wrong to do that to…a partner, like what the professor was saying.” A thought suddenly occurred to Isla on the whole problem. [i]Oh, yeah[/i]. “You um…don’t want that Pokeball back, do you?”