[OOC: Still researching the setting info, apologies for any discrepancies!]
#3: IT'S A ZUBAAAAT-- *explosions* *Gundam Wing music*
With sundown, the stifling summer heat was softened by cool evening breezes. It was the time of day that Elaine enjoyed the most, and the fading rays of the sun lit the gold highlights of her wheat brown hair. Her jeans and sandals bore dusty patches from the long journey down the winding road, as did the lower edge and cuffs of the flannel tied around her waist. Her long hair was loosely pinned up in a (French?) twist, a few loose strands trailing down the nape of her neck and brushing the high cheekbones of her angular face.
Elaine made for a pleasant enough travel companion. Her manner was easy and free, her smiles were frequent and natural, and it was clear to those who traveled with her that she possessed a fairly sharp wit to boot.
Uncapping her water bottle, she tipped her head back and took several deep swallows before dribbling a little on her hands before rubbing them briskly together. The long journey seems to have left dust even in the most unlikely of places, and she was looking forward to reaching Refuge to treat herself to a long soak in the bath.
And then there were Zubats.
The first swooped low, clipping the crown of Elaine's hair with its wing. Her head jerked forward as her jaw dropped in silent surprise. She barely had a chance to look back and see what hit her before another swooped in. Elaine ducked, instinctively covering her head, and before she knew it, she and her travel companion were racing for the caves for shelter.
Once they were safe, Elaine's back dragged against the stony wall as she slid to sit, laughing breathlessly as she stretcher her long, coltish legs in front of her. "Correct me if I'm wrong," she smiled, green eyes twinkling in the dim light, "but don't Zubats typically make their homes in a cave?" If so, this wasn't going to be the best place in the world to avoid them. Still, it was cool and quiet, and a pleasant respite for the time being. She had no objections to setting up camp here for the night.
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Wildcard: Healing Touch
[Whether it's the trainer or the Pokemon in need of a massage, Elaine is a master at administrating her skills to all. The patient is allowed to rest in her lap if it's a Pokemon, or to make themselves comfortable on some sort of flat surface. Her cool fingertips work slow, firm circles into the patient's temples, then brush soothingly down the sides of the throat. She's gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to be felt, neither so light as to be ticklish nor so firm to cause discomfort.]
[Her breathing is deep and even as she works, the light scent of the forest clinging to her warmth. Once the patient seems to relax, Elaine's generous mouth curves into a smile.]
How is it? Better?
[She's studied reiki techniques for years, familiarizing herself with the pressure points of the body and transferring her own energy through her expert touch.]
Elaine Mallory | The Dresden Files
#3: IT'S A ZUBAAAAT-- *explosions* *Gundam Wing music*
With sundown, the stifling summer heat was softened by cool evening breezes. It was the time of day that Elaine enjoyed the most, and the fading rays of the sun lit the gold highlights of her wheat brown hair. Her jeans and sandals bore dusty patches from the long journey down the winding road, as did the lower edge and cuffs of the flannel tied around her waist. Her long hair was loosely pinned up in a (French?) twist, a few loose strands trailing down the nape of her neck and brushing the high cheekbones of her angular face.
Elaine made for a pleasant enough travel companion. Her manner was easy and free, her smiles were frequent and natural, and it was clear to those who traveled with her that she possessed a fairly sharp wit to boot.
Uncapping her water bottle, she tipped her head back and took several deep swallows before dribbling a little on her hands before rubbing them briskly together. The long journey seems to have left dust even in the most unlikely of places, and she was looking forward to reaching Refuge to treat herself to a long soak in the bath.
And then there were Zubats.
The first swooped low, clipping the crown of Elaine's hair with its wing. Her head jerked forward as her jaw dropped in silent surprise. She barely had a chance to look back and see what hit her before another swooped in. Elaine ducked, instinctively covering her head, and before she knew it, she and her travel companion were racing for the caves for shelter.
Once they were safe, Elaine's back dragged against the stony wall as she slid to sit, laughing breathlessly as she stretcher her long, coltish legs in front of her. "Correct me if I'm wrong," she smiled, green eyes twinkling in the dim light, "but don't Zubats typically make their homes in a cave?" If so, this wasn't going to be the best place in the world to avoid them. Still, it was cool and quiet, and a pleasant respite for the time being. She had no objections to setting up camp here for the night.
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Wildcard: Healing Touch
[Whether it's the trainer or the Pokemon in need of a massage, Elaine is a master at administrating her skills to all. The patient is allowed to rest in her lap if it's a Pokemon, or to make themselves comfortable on some sort of flat surface. Her cool fingertips work slow, firm circles into the patient's temples, then brush soothingly down the sides of the throat. She's gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to be felt, neither so light as to be ticklish nor so firm to cause discomfort.]
[Her breathing is deep and even as she works, the light scent of the forest clinging to her warmth. Once the patient seems to relax, Elaine's generous mouth curves into a smile.]
How is it? Better?
[She's studied reiki techniques for years, familiarizing herself with the pressure points of the body and transferring her own energy through her expert touch.]