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Penelope slid into a baby blue jacket, a light one because she never minded the cold. She was more excited than she let on about this whole adventure. She'd never had a Pokemon of her own. Her brother had, and she knew James did, but she never had one all to herself. Most of the time, she got along with Pokemon. They didn't seem to mind her much - but she did worry about how the one she was going to have would react to her. She went down the stairs and took a breath, looking at James. "So, where to?"
"So, what do you do?" Laila asked absently, picking off corn pieces and placing them reluctantly in her mouth. "There isn't much for me to tell about myself, as you already know I'm merely a slave at the castle."

She exhaled softly, then said, "They're nice people, they are. They're just... forceful."
Laila nodded and spoke softly, "I see." To not rest on the subject, she said, "Some corn would be fine." Admittedly, she wasn't at all hungry. She scarcely ate. Not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't need to. She really just was never hungry. Though, she knew she needed to eat in order to survive. It sometimes became challenging, as she would forget to.
"Of course I'm excited," Penelope said, brushing his question off. "I just... like sleep," she snickered as she made her way up the stairs.

"You stay here; no peeking," she called out to James as she entered her bedroom. She removed her pink, floral pajamas and instead slipped on a pair of light blue jeans and a yellow tank top. Again, Penelope called to James, "Is it cold outside?"
"I'm allergic to meat," Laila stated simply. She examined Griffin for a while, just looking at him. He wasn't an unattractive person, though he wasn't the most good-looking either. Her eyes were cast down to look at his leg, and she asked again, with more force, "What happened to your leg?"
Laila walked alongside her new companion, standing tall with her head held high - something she normally didn't do. As they made their way further down the path, she noticed that the man had begun to limp. She held her tongue for a while, before the question tore through her lips, "What's wrong with your leg?"
"I apologize, Griffin," she said, poison in her words. "My name is Laila Pinserp."

Then, she nodded at his statement. She did agree that it would be. The only times she had ever left the castle was to retrieve something from the store for a member of the family. Once, she had been completely in charge of restocking the medicinal stash.
Laila followed him willingly, until they reached the drawbridge. She hesitated and stood still as Griffin trudged forward. Not knowing if she wanted to see the outside of her city's walls, she took a breath and moved forward. Her feet worked against her own will. In the castle, Laila had always been good and obeyed everything that anyone had ordered her to do. This was the only time she was hesitant. How could she not be? She was leaving her home. The place where she had been born and raised. From an early age, she was taught to obey. Clean, cook, organize. That was her life. Nobody ever told her she would be going on quests with strangers. Why would she? What made her so special?

"Wait," she called out to Griffin, realizing she'd fallen behind. She ran up to him and then apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I got behind."
Penelope was torn from her peaceful slumber by a rude noise. It was someone banging at her door. She sat up in bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes with her fists. Blinking a few times, trying to wake up, she got up and switched on her light. Penelope was never a morning person - she hated waking up. It was the worst part of her day. Nothing would have made her happier than lying in bed, sleeping, all day.

She descended her stairs and walked over to her front door, pulling it open with slight hesitation. She looked at James and blinked a couple more times, then yawned, "C'mon in, I gotta get dressed."
Laila kept her expression neutral. She looked at Griffin and stared at him for a long time before asking, "Shall we go get the pack?"

What she felt couldn't be expressed. Part of her was happy to be leaving this place - to be seeing different cities. Part of her wanted to stay. Here, she knew everything. She knew where her mother was, she knew her duties. Out there, she didn't. What if she had decided to leave while out? Could she? Would she? If so, would it last? She wouldn't even know where to start, out in the real world. She basically had it made, here in the castle. She was conflicted.
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