[h2][right][color=#E89EB8][b]Sylvie Chase[/b][/color][/right][/h2]
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	Sylvie sat on her bed, knee up as she slid one sock on. The other grasped between her pinky and palm. She let her leg fall, as she looked out the window, the curtains finally drawn to let in the rising sun’s light. While she wasn’t a morning person, Sylvie did enjoy the beauty it brought. Watching the Pokémon awake themselves getting ready for the day. Bird Pokémon flying through the sky and various grass types spreading their leaves to catch the sun’s rays. Sylvie appreciated the lengths the league went through to make the academy both functional and friendly to Pokémon, both wild and tame.
	“Vyah” Sylvie looked down at the pink and white Pokémon who woke her up earlier. She was sitting patiently not patiently on the circular rug near the door. Belle the Sylveon had made a habit of sitting there when she was ready to go. Usually when she was hungry. Belle was dexterous enough to open doors using her feelers, but every time, she waited for Sylvie to finish getting ready so they could head out together. Sylvie finished putting on her boots and did a half skip to the door. She kneeled down and gave her sweet partner a scratch behind the ears before unlatching the door.
	“Decide on what you’d want for breakfast, yet” said Sylvie as she walked across the hall, Belle at her side. She got a quick yip in response as they turned the corner and walked down the stairs to the communal areas of the house. She paused a moment noticing that two others were up and still inside the house. She already knew she wasn’t late, but Sylvie got an odd sense of relief to see other people still casually chatting and enjoying the morning. One was sitting on the counter, a teddiursa by his side. And sitting across from him was one of the other girls. She was very stylish as usually, done up in a way that made Sylvie think she was a movie star. Sylvie walked into the kitchen.
	“Morning. Don’t mind me, just grabbing some breakfast for myself as well.” she said as walked up to the fridge. A quick search and the door closed as she held a small container of rice and a bottle of moomoo milk. She paused to sniff a bit as the door slow shut. “The oatmeal smells good, whoever made it should get to it before it gets cold.”