QORK ♢ Viridian Valley
Monday, August 1, late morning
Walking away from the hut and back into the village, Qorks hand is closed around the box. She has put it in one of her belt pouches, and it barely fits when she snaps the lid of the pouch shut. It still feels safer to keep it there rather than to put it into a bag that she might drop more easily. Padra trusts her, and she will do her best to deserve that. The Cyndaquil does
not trust her yet, having eyed her rather frantically as Savanna took the small soul with her for now. No matter, really. Should the pokémon attempt to take the box back from Qork and Pei, it would find a greater challenge than it bargained for.
The home she was graciously given a few years back after first having been able to prove her worth and new loyalty to the town, isn't much to look at. It is small, situated closer to the village center than most other buildings, and looks tidy from the outside. But the inside is very spartan. Deep down, Qork knows it is because even after five years, she still has a problem with anchoring herself to this town. To admit that she is fully one of the people here now. Because she isn't sure she will ever be.
Kudzu Wood is. Even though he seems like he still feels like an outsider, and even though some villagers still call him things, he has grown up here. He is a man of the Valley, no matter where he originally came from. Qork doesn't exactly envy him, but... Well, maybe she does.
Pei floats down from where he has been chilling out near the ceiling as his mistress packs. He gently lands on her head, as if sensing that worries are spinning around in there. Or as if to ask:
how is your head now?
"I'm better," Qork says and affectionately reaches up to pet the rubbery creature. "We have a goal. I can focus."
She suddenly stands up, swooping the rather large pokémon down into her arms and looking into its slimy button eyes intently. "Are you alright with this? Our quest."
Pei just blinks up at her.
"I know I don't usually ask you... Usually, I just assume you'll follow me into whichever new mission or task we get. But this is all strange, and it is not a very short trip. So... Are you alright with all this? Do you think we should go?"
A huge, blobby hand is put on each side of the woman's head, and Pei wiggles his ear-like appendages happily at her. Qork can't help but smiling in relief, and finally feels the last bit of headache simmer away.
She doesn't ask the village leaders for permission to go. They should be aware that she's helping them out on her own accord - grateful to receive the home and food in return, of course - but that she isn't indentured or bound to them. She does leave them a letter though. It says:
Out of town for the coming weeks. Intend to be back.
Please don't sell my house yet. Thank you for everything.
- Qork Ashtar