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"Written by Cordi and Gerontis"
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Slender, nimble fingers worked faticiously at chocolate brown tresses. The young woman at the vanity caught the reflection of a pair of bright golden eyes peering at her from the foot of the bed behind her. Celia blinked a couple times as a wave of inquisitive emotion swept over her body, causing her fingers to stop pinning her hair for a moment. The feeling was then accompanied by a vivid picture in her mind. The picture was of herself, with her hair fully done and wearing the red dress that was laid out on the dresser- the one Satino was currently curled up on sleeping. The Espeon cocked her head slightly and the wave passed, Celia went back to pinning her curls.
"Papa is coming home today Lacey, my brothers too. They'll all be here for dinner." She answered, and the Espeon seemd contented with the answer, batting her brother playfully on the head to get him off of the dress. He looked up at her with a bored expression but still arched his back in a stretch and pawed onto the comforter before curling back up to finish his nap.
Celia turned slightly and contemplated her reflection. The Red of the dress really made her eyes seem unfathomably blue, one of her favorite features. She twirled lightly and one of her curls bounced free. "Damn." She muttered under her breath.
"Bellissima." Arctic eyes widened as she caught the image of a familiar. broad figure in the mirror behind her.
"Papa!" She cried, running across the room to close the gap between them in embrace. The two exchanged warm greetings and it wasn't long before he started teasing her about a gift.
"Well why can't I have it?" Celia frowned but her father just laughed, fixing his black tresses.
"You'll just have to wait until after dinner." Celia's heart sank as she followed him out of the room, she heard the rising voices coming from the dining room, Satino and Lacey padded out of the room after them. Seeing her family assembled at the table made her sad, but she found it poetic in a way. She was glad for it, that her last night at home was surrounded by the ones she loved.
It wasn't like dinner with the family was a rare event, Celia's brothers practically lived at home and were helpless without their mother's cooking and laundry services. Still, the tricky part was getting them altogether at once with their father present to see them all. Celia sat almost as an observer of the dinner's events, she felt like an outsider looking in. Veranz' family dinners were warm and inviting, with a dazzling array of dozens of Italian dishes. The siblings had fallen into the habit of sitting oldest to youngest since their adolesence and the habit was hard to break even when a sibling or two was missing. Four of the older brothers on the right side of the table: Dominic, Michael, Vincente and Lorenzo and herself and her two brothers Daniel and Thomas.
The conversation steered towards Dominic, as it usually did. He was currently bragging- as he always was about his current record since he'd been handed down the title of Illumina's gym leader two years before. 86-7, quite impressive odds even Celia had to admit, but Thomas must've noticed her withdrawing from the conversation poking boredly at a piece of artichoke on her plate.
"What's wrong Lia?" He bumped her elbow with his own and smiled at her. She looked up at him with a put on smile. The Veranz siblings resembled each other in features enough to tell they were siblings, but they were varied enough- their similar features primarily were in their icy blue eyes. Every Veranz child inherited their mother's eyes.
"It's nothing." She murmured shoving the artichoke in her mouth and turning away. She'd always been closest to Thomas, so it hurt to lie to him now- plus she was terrible at it and chewing the food was a welcomed distraction. Thomas had always been her partner in crime, while most of her brother's worked for Dominic, Thomas had gone out on his own and became a successful breeder- with financial help from Papa naturally. Thomas had practiced battling with her and Lacey and Satino as soon as they were old enough.
"Well I'm going to be travelling to Evendale soon, you should come with me." Thomas added thoughtfully, "Give yourself a break from mom." She smiled. She nodded to pacify him, but she had more pressing thoughts on her mind.
Celia's thoughts were broken by a particularly loud proclomation of Dominic's, something about a trainer he'd beaten a few days prior, when she yawned and quietly quited the table. She took a few pieces of bread from her plate and tossed them to Lacey and Satino, who didn't seem to complain and rinsed the dish off before heading up to her room. She stole one last glance at her family, laughing at the table before she disappeared down the hallway.
She looked over the hidden away bags in her oversized closet, leaning her head on the doorframe when she heard a knock. She quickly closed her closet door just before her father entered the room.
"You snuck away from us."
"I guess I did." She smiled and gave him a hug, one that lasted a long time. She always enjoyed the smell of peppermint from his flavored tobacco that seemed to cling to his clothes. She noticed he had his arm concealed behind his back. She teased trying to steal a peek over his broad shoulder to no avail before he finally presented a small ribboned box.
"Your present." He smiled beneath his mustache. She tore off the ribbon and carefully lifted the lid to reveal a small pendant. She turned and headed towards her vanity.
"Is it really for me?"
"Thank you Papa, I love it."
"Tell him I'll be in tomorrow morning." Celia furrowed her brow confused and turned back to face him as she was fastening the necklace only to find him leaving the room, cell phone attached to his ear. Her shoulders dropped slightly and she looked away sheepishly, throwing the pendant to the ground. Always on the damn phone. Always running away for business. Never taking her seriously and always bribing her with presents. She was sick of it.
Brightfall may have appeared to be an impressive city to some, but for Celia who spent her days in the illustrious Illumina, the city seemed so small. She peered out through the glass of the taxi cab as it traversed unfamiliar streets. Her stomach was full of butterflies, and her thoughts whirring with the excitement of her adventure.
She'd been careful. When she applied for a sponsoring town six months ago she'd done so out of spite. Her father never trusted in her ability to become a trainer, her mother was more preoccupied with marrying her off to Frank De Luca and to her older brothers she was a laughable joke. Well, all except for Thomas.
"You're a princess, you'd never cut it as a trainer." Dominic had said to her once.
"Well I'll show you. I'll show you all." She whispered to herself. She'd been careful. She took cash advances from her credit cards in Illumina, bought an anonymous train ticket out of the city. She then took a flight out of a province several miles away- which would make tracking her for her father more difficult. She scratched the light brown wig on her head and adjusted her large sunglasses. Perhaps she was being dramatic and overly cautious, but she wanted to make sure she was well on her way before her parents even had a clue what she was up to.
The Brightfall convention building was...well a bit smaller than Celia had imagined. As soon as the taxi pulled up the to sidewalk she saw a gray-haired older woman poke her head out of the door.
"Ahhhh you must be Lia!" Celia was assaulted by a tight, warm hug which she awkwardly returned. "Do you need help with your bags? Oh I'm sorry, silly me, I'm Mrs. LaVern. I'll be taking you to meet your mentor shortly but you must be tired from your trip."
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Celia paid the driver and he popped the trunk.
"Oh dear..." She heard Mrs. Lavern under her breath. Celia frowned and followed her gaze to the trunk, which was overflowing with luggage in addition to the designer carry on bag she had on her arm and the two pet carriers for Satino and Lacey.
"It's too much isn't it?" Celia asked a bit embarassed.
"A little bit, but I'll help you downsize." Oh no, there's that look. Celia though. Pity.
Celia found little time to settle in. After hauling her near dozen bags up through the dilapidated building and listening to LaVern prattle on about aspects of the contest, the young girl shamefully started to drown the old woman out.
"Luggage in the attic for when you get back...should really learn to travel lighter...breakfast before you leave tomorrw...Mentor Lt. Adams...Partner Richard..." Wait, Partner?"
"Oh yes, haven't you ever seen one these before? Ah I guess you'd be far too young to remember or maybe not even born yet. Every city applying for the contest sends out two contestants, usually male and female. You're partnered with Richard Smith, local boy, he's nice you'll like him. You'll be meeting him and Adams tonight. You look starved." Celia watched the older woman disappear into the kitchen. Celia looked back at Lacey and Satino, Lacey cocked her head and the familiar inquisitive feeling washed over Celia's body causing her to shudder a little. Then she heard an echo in her head in LaVern's voice. Richard.
"I'm not sure Lacey. I'm not sure."