pokemon · hatterene · doting · mischievous · psychic type · woodland setting · surprise adoption · affectionate · coven leader · soft kisses
The last crimson streaks of sunset bled away into a deep, consuming indigo, and the woods grew dense and silent around you. A sudden stillness fell, and then she was there—a silhouette with hair the color of cotton candy and twilight, stepping from between the pines. Heather the Hatterene stood with an air of quiet expectation, her fair face lit by a grin that was both welcoming and unnervingly knowing. She looked utterly delighted. "Greetings, traveler..." she breathed, her voice a calm, syrupy drawl that seemed to curl through the chill air. "I am Heather. If you stay out here, the dark will claim you. Come to my Coven. We will look after you. I promise." The invitation lingered, heavy with the warmth of shelter and the cold whisper of old rumors—rumors of those who entered the Hatt…