Re: Journey from the Valley [RP]
Then the Grovyle went still. Cobalt walked over to the Hope of Dawn, and took the oddly coloured Grovyle, laying it on the ground. He felt for a pulse.
"She is just a kid. Her heart is racing, the stress must have gotten to her." Cobalt said.
He closed his eyes and attempted to remember what his mother taught him when he was young. As a Gardevior, she could detect the emotions of others. Cobalt inherited this gift. He placed his hand over her head, and felt immense fear and panic. He was right. She was scared of them. She meant no harm.
"Leave her for a little bit. Question her when she wakes up though, just to be safe." Cobalt said walked over to a tree and sat against the trunk.