The Fate of Feelings

[Dust]

As the phychic pokemon approaches the Umbreon it does not cowar in fear. If it knew its type-advantage, however, it does not show it as the other Poke'mon seems to pounce at the idea of someone who might understand it and its needs. Lifting its paws to put them on the slender form of the Embrace Poke'mon, its normally serious face softens a bit to show its appreciation. The sound of its name was rough and hinted between purring and growling, but the other pokemon would understand her just the same as she sounded optimistic for a dark-type. 'Help? You said you would help? Please, my freinds! The whole island is covered in terrible things.'

Eclipse either had tunnel vision or did not understand Gardevoir's speach pattern enough. She pushed off gently, and half jumped as she moved a few feet towards the gate. Stopping she looked back at her and lifting the front paw let out a sound of happy relief before throwing her head in the direction of the gate. Her ears flopped around but even without words - proper or not - it was clear the shiny Umbreon was trying to get her to come along now. To follow her. 'This way!'