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Lady Lyn took out her handkerchief as she felt another sneezing fit about to start. She cursed her misfortune of developing a pollen allergy. Flowers were among her favorite things and she refused to let something as silly as allergies get in her way.  Especially on such a beautiful day.

“A-aahhhchoo!” She sneezed through the handkerchief and looked at Red apologetically. “Sowweh… awhergies…” Lady Lyn explained while wiping her nose.

This was a poor choice of location, Lady Lyn. These flowers will only aggravate your condition.

Lady Lyn waved off the gardevoir as she spoke to the two of them. Morgaine was always the worrier out of her Pokemon. If Morgaine was in charge, she would never leave the safety of the manor. But that wasn’t a life she wanted to live.

A telepathic sigh was heard before a tiny case was floated to the young lady.

At least take your medicine. Your symptoms will lessen.

She nodded and again apologized. Appearing so weak in front of someone she knew little of was embarrassing. After opening the case she drank from a small vial and grimaced. Even as the heiress of a sweets focused company, medicine was still bitter. After a few minutes her sneezing fits died down enough to talk again and she smiled wearily.

“P-pray tell, Monsieur Red, what is thy favorite s-sweet? P-perchance it is amongst those p-packed. I am rather f-fond of caramels myself.” She admitted and giggled softly. Though truth be told, she loved all sorts of desserts. One of the few benefits of her constant sickness was that she never gained weight from them.

The Joys of Getting Lost | Lady Lyn & Red

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T-shirts and shorts.

Lady Lyn once tried more contemporary outfits but found them to be too revealing… Of course her gloves remained on.

#guardian-of-steel #headcanon

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Strength

Being frail of body, and some would argue mind as well, Lady Lyn respects those capable of strength. Many of the fairy tales she reads have heroic and strong knight characters just waiting to rescue damsels in distress. She has a bit of a crush on Wikstrom because of this.

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Lady Lyn politely shook with one of her gloved hands. “I am Lady Lyn Labelle, Heiress of Poke Puff Designs and n-native to Kalos.” She returned his introduction, reaching into her coat and taking out a Pokeball. “Morgaine~ If you’d be so k-kind” she said as a gardevoir was released and she hopped off the back of her gigantic tyrantrum. The young lady didn’t seem concerned as she fell several feet.

Morgaine teleported to the ground below, using its psychic powers to slow her trainer’s fall and gently catch her. Lady Lyn giggled as she was set onto the ground by her Pokemon then patted herself off. The tyrantrum began moving again once she moved aside and sat near a tree he nearly met in height. As the gardevoir used telekinesis to move the picnic supplies out, Lady Lyn was already surveying the field. Beautiful purple flowers dotted the landscape, causing her to sneeze, but it was worth the experience. She looked back towards Red as the wind blew.

“Thee are a b-bit far from Santalune City, though this demoiselle w-would be joyeux to take you t-there after the pique-nique.”

The gardevoir was setting up a large plush blanket, embroidered with roses, before taking out numerous tea sets, desserts, and Poke Puffs. Everything was ornate and expensive looking even from afar. Morgaine glanced at Red while Lady Lyn was picking flowers, still sneezing, and an icy thought entered his mind.

Tread softly, human. Should anything befall the Lady Lyn it shall be your head.

The Joys of Getting Lost | Lady Lyn & Red

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“T-thank thee for your kindness. Thee are q-quite the gentleman.” She responded, nodding slightly to his offer of an extra sleeping bag. Lady Lyn knew very little about the details of traveling and had packed… less than necessary things instead of tents or lanterns. She would have called Queen Igraine out, but didn’t want the fiery lioness to be taxed by the muddy waters. Carefully she tucked the stained towel away, constantly nervous of spreading her affliction. She took out her coin purse and took out a few pieces of paper within it. “Is 50,000 P-Pokemon Dollars a-adequate for the serviette and usage of s-supplies?” She inquired holding out the money. The young lady felt a bit embarrassed; perhaps it was too low of an offer. She had planned to withdraw more money in the next city.

Hearing his question she smiled and sat up in a pose befitting of her status while still offering the payment. “How r-rude of me. I am Lady Lyn Labelle, Heiress of Poke Puff Designs. And thee, monsieur?" Her title rolled off her tongue as if it were a simple fact and every bit as important as her first or surname. Since a child she had been addressed as such, with the only person calling her otherwise was her late mother. Those were simpler days of course. Before the family rose again to its noble and powerful standing. Before her father changed.

Deuxième Entrée [Brendan and Lady Lyn]

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Lady Lyn jumped ever so slightly out of surprise, nearly dropping her parasol.  Her free hand clutched her chest, typical of a demoiselle in distress. Perhaps she should have taken better care to watch her surroundings, suddenly realizing she was in the seedier part of town. She tilted her head slowly; brunette locks bouncing against the fur of her coat. Regally ripped off?? The phrase was foreign to her, and caused some confusion on her delicate features.

“Je suis désolé… What d-dost thee mean b-by regally ripped o—?” She began to inquire, interrupted by the old woman running the stand a few feet away.

“ ’ey sonny, why don’t you mind yer Ps and Qs! Tryin’ to make a kindly ol’ lady go outta business are ya? Betcha’d be singin’ a different tune if ya gave it shot.” The old woman’s voice was harsh yet soft, obscured slightly by a thick woolen cloak around her head and body. She started shuffling a deck in a huff, plucking out a card and tossing it toward Ethan. It hit his head with a dull thwack.

“Lousy kids these days…” was the last phrase heard before the cloak fell to the ground. No one was within it.

“B-by grace and virtue, dost thee t-think she was a s-spirit?” Lady Lyn asked, looking more concerned. The last thing she wanted was to encounter otherworldly things in a place like this. Especially with Excalibur still missing. She looked at the card on the ground.

Neuvième Entrée - Marketplace Mix Up [Ethan + Lady Lyn]

  Markets were a pretty nice atmosphere. Not too quiet and still quiet enough where Ethan could concentrate on whatever it would be he would want to concentrate on. Ethan wasn’t particularly looking for anything to buy, mind you. He was just browsing a little bit. Well, he was more likely loitering that browsing.

The only issue with large crowds was that Typhlosion couldn’t keep up with him as easy as the pokemon would normally. So Ethan would have stop and wait for the pokémon every now and then.

"Busy, huh?" He said to the creature, that seemed to agree with him.

Ethan put his hands in his jacket pockets and continued to walk on through the crowds, whilst checking that his companion was keeping up. From somewhere not too far from him, he could hear the voice of a female sounding as if she’d lost a pokémon.

When he traced the voice back to its source, he found a fancily dressed lady headed towards one of those fortune telling mediums, which Ethan believed to be completely fake and made-up just for money.

"I wouldn’t suggest goin’ to one of those things unless you wanna be regally ripped off." Before he opened his mouth, he was in a comfortable communicating distance with the woman. Why was he giving advice to this random girl? Ethan was in no place to be giving out any other advice than ‘make sure to have a map if you’re going to visit placed really far from home.’

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Thankfully Lady Lyn was able to pat King Uther, telling him the situation was fine, before the dragonite and his trainer flew closer. She could tell the massive tyrantrum was on edge, somewhere deep down understanding his weaknesses to the other Pokemon. Something he wasn’t fond of. The young lady herself was excited to see such a rare creature, recalling the days she spent going through old field journals and marveling at the beings within them. A small smile crossed her lips as she remembered her past dismay that the beautiful and elegant dragonaire became a sturdier dragon upon evolution. As the stranger came closer she placed her hands upon her lap and sat up as she was taught to while entertaining guests. It was only polite to give proper attention while being spoken to.

She blinked a few times upon hearing he was lost, noticing his embarrassment. Perhaps she was not the only person plagued with a poor sense of direction. Her smile returned anew as she looked to address him.

“Monsieur, the Lady of Luck s-smiles upon thee. My m-most blessed famille owns these l-lands as far as the eye may see. Perchance thee may t-tell me whither thee wishes to go? This demoiselle shall d-direct thee to the extent of her designs.”

It was only right that she assist this traveler. Though not entirely certain his purpose or his story, Lady Lyn was raised to help those in need. Her picnic could wait momentarily…  Or perchance she should share her fortunes? She pondered this then nodded to herself.

“Yet pause if it p-pleases thee, unless thee has entreprise most urgent. Hither I have m-much in the means of b-bounty for such a day as this. Let us converser with the p-pleasantries of modern confort.” She suggested, waving a gloved hand toward the picnic supplies.

The Joys of Getting Lost | Lady Lyn & Red

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Neuvième Entrée - Marketplace Mix Up [Ethan + Lady Lyn]

Come and buy this or that

Pay no mind to the passing rat

Care for a friendly chat?

You look like an aristocrat

My, what a lovely hat

I see your purse is rather fat

Don't look now where you've sat

You're in the spider's habitat

Eyes like the alley cat

A trap within the welcome mat

Fingers of acrobat

Your actions this outcome begat

Lady Lyn strolled through the colorful and rather loud streets of the farmer’s market. Every week local small businesses offered their wares and creations to the throngs of people that showed up. She supposed such events were dying out as more and more people chose convenience stores or Poke Marts instead. However, there was something charming about the wooden stands and heated haggling that was missing from modern commerce. Everyone seemed so much livelier on this warm autumn day as she continued to walk beneath the shade of her parasol. Typically she would have avoided such crowds, due to her condition, however she promised herself to take more initiative and be more social. What was the point in leaving home is she remained as reserved and secluded as she used to be?

Behind her Excalibur, her somewhat faithful aegislash, floated and surveyed the scene. Despite having traveled with him for months now, Lady Lyn knew little about the silent sword. He wasn’t exactly a jubilant soul but he did have a sense of humor. At least, she hoped it was humor. It was difficult to tell as his expression didn’t change. Her storybooks told her that aegislashes were the attendants of legendary kings and could tell those who would someday rule. Somehow she doubted he followed her for that reason, as he seemed a tad less chivalrous than the stories might say. In fact, as she rounded a corner, he had completely disappeared.

“E-Excalibur?” She called out over the crowd. Lady Lyn frowned, not sure how to proceed. On one hand he was fully capable to take care of himself. On the other, if he touched anyone with his clothe… She shuddered, remembering how they met. Lesson learned: don’t pick up strange swords in the woods no matter what the fairy tales say.

From stand to stand she inquired if anyone had seen her lost companion. Each answer was the same, and the young lady began to worry that she would never find him. Down one of the several side streets that the market took place in, she noticed that Excalibur wasn’t the only one lost. She was too. From a darkened corner she heard an old woman’s voice, beckoning her to partake in some fortune telling. Figuring she would be able to inquire how to find her way back if she purchased something, Lady Lyn walked towards the shady booth.

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The young lady smiled faintly at the question regarding her health, as if it were one she heard all too often. In fact she was asked it every day either from her doctors, Morgaine, holo caster calls from her père… It wouldn't be long until the work on a constant status rapport device was complete. Then maybe she wouldn't need to answer it so often, but she knew it would not be so. She tried to discard it as simple worry but despite her appearance she wasn’t that naïve. Lady Lyn was never told the results of her own tests, or at least not all of them, even though by law she was entitled to them.

“I am used to s-such things, as s-sorrowful as that may seem Madame Malva. Though I m-must be true that I did not t-think such a vile b-bite would harm me so.” She admitted, her voice gentle as the escavalier to her side stood at attention. He muttered something incomprehensible to most though Lady Lyn seemed to nod in response. “I pray thee don’t think me weak. I wish not to be a burden.” Her pristine smile faltered for the slightest of seconds.

Almost always Lady Lyn felt as though she was a burden to someone. She struggled to prove herself capable on her own but the recent events proved that still not so. It was almost enough to make her weep at the futility of it all. The cards were stacked against her since birth and no amount of money would change that. But she refused to give in to her own distress. This was only a slight detour on her path to independence. She had to believe that for she had nothing else.

“Ah, my b-books? Yes! Oh I do s-so enjoy their company.” A genuine smile crossed her face as she tapped the sleeping swanna awake. He grumbled then pecked her lightly on the hand, not enough to break the skin but unpleasant all the same. She winced but was undeterred as she struggled to place him onto the bed so she could access the nearest books. Once successful the swanna quacked and flew elsewhere with a smug look on his feathered face.

The books she chose to show weren’t the typical fairy tales or fantasy novels she usually had. That alone was cause for excitement for the sheltered lady. She had convinced one of the runners to go to the local bookshop and buy her something different.  The result were things she had never heard of: The Art of Fencing, Reading the Future Through Tea Leaves, and The Alchemical Mind. Though she read each with a grain of salt like all her books, their ideas were so beyond what she knew. Lady Lyn was particularly fond of the fencing book, though it seemed too difficult for her as she was now. She happily showed those titles off alongside some of her favorite fairy tales. Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be entertaining her savior, not getting giddy over tomes.

“I-I do so apologize Madame Malva. P-Perchance you would like some r-refreshment? My f=family is most known for our Poke puffs however we also have a l-line of human sweets… and t-tea!” Her smile returned as she pointed to the tea. It was so rare for her to have a guest not part of the company or a Pokemon. She wanted to badly to be a good hostess.

A low growl filled the room as one of her other guardians entered the room. A freshly slain fletchling hung from an overly large pyroar’s mouth. Instead of the usual four feet of predatory muscle, she sauntered in at eight while casting a sideways glance at the elite. Nothing aggressive in nature, just a casual assessment of a change in the room’s dynamics. Before Lady Lyn could say otherwise she jumped onto the bed and dropped the corpse onto the young lady’s lap. Pleased with herself she began cleaning off the blood from her fur. The noblewoman’s eyes widened at first in surprise then she reached out and patted the fiery lioness’ head. The burning mane didn’t affect her, a sign of trust between the two.

“Merci, Queen Igraine! Y-You’re too aimable…” She looked back at the growing stain on the bed and sighed as the pyroar curled up over her legs. The aromatisses returned and attempted to convince the lioness to move so they could clean the bed. Instead they were playfully swatted at until they gave up the effort. “Désolé… she t-thinks I nécessité to eat more despite my overmany of talks otherwise.”

Huitième Entrée - Lost Hotel [Malva + Lady Lyn]

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Lady Lyn cried out in surprise at King Uther’s sudden roar. She had only heard that deafening sound once before when père… Blink. Blink. What was she thinking about just then? Probably nothing important. Her attentions returned to the situation at hand when she heard the sound of a Pokeball releasing. It was difficult to see beyond her tyrantrum’s gigantic frilled neck but she recognized the type before her. A dragonite…? How rare! She had only read about such things in her books… Distantly she recalled lamenting how the élégant looking dragonaire changed into such a brutish form.  That same form she saw now.

Beyond the sturdy looking dragonite she squinted to make out a trainer. Certainly such a magnificent creature didn’t naturally roam within her family’s land. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time she discovered exotic Pokemon added to amuse her. She spied a red-hatted fellow behind the recently released dragon and waved upon seeing him smile.

“Well m-met entraîneur! Be you f-friend or foe?” She asked from her seat on the tyrantrum. “T-though I do so know King Uther w-would l-love to reign suprême in battle, it might r-ruin our supplies. This demoiselle s-sought to enjoy a pique-nique in a m-meadow. It would be a terrible tragédie to w-waste this m-most beautiful day…”

Though a stutter would normally detract from someone's speech, Lady Lyn's presence was regal to the extreme. Every word seemed part of some greater work of art known to those of noble birth. The smile she returned was somehow calming, as if to say everything would be okay if you listened but a few moments longer.

After her explanation she paused to get a better look at the trainer. As much as she would have liked to hop off and greet him properly, her recent situation gave her pause. What if he was a poacher? Or a bandit of sorts? Perhaps she should notify her père and let him handle such things… The young lady shook her head. She had to stop relying on père for everything. What good was it to be a Pokemon trainer if she had to call for help at every problème? No, she needed to trust in her companions and her own judgments to succeed. The fate of her family’s company depended on her strength despite the fragility of her body. 

King Uther on the other hand was quite ready to fight. His posture didn't change from one of pure power and majesty. Nothing would harm his beloved trainer if his enormous teeth had anything to say about it. Pokemon or human, it didn't matter to the despot ruler.

The Joys of Getting Lost | Lady Lyn & Red

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She looked very pretty and innocent, seated behind the graceful group of delicate opal china and glittering silver. Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea. The most feminine and most domestic of all occupations imparts a magic harmony to her every movement, a witchery to her every glance. The floating mists from the boiling liquid in which she infuses the soothing herbs; whose secrets are known to her alone, envelope her in a cloud of scented vapor, through which she seems a social fairy, weaving potent spells with Gunpowder and Bohea. At the tea table she reigns omnipotent. unapproachable. What do men know of the mysterious beverage?

Lady Audley’s Secret, Mary Elizabeth Braddon 1862

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