[WinterVines]

TP#21

Ivy felt horrible as she heard the echoing cries of the Hitmonlee, knowing he was putting himself through a mental anguish for defying the ghost. Most Fighting-types were honorable, and by her saying that she didn't want to fight, he decided he wasn't going to make her. She couldn't really say no if he was waving them on. Ultimately it was his choice, and she was glad to see that Froslass's magic wasn't absolute.

Mienfoo was a bit subdued in her arms, with his ears folded down from the terrible noise. She hoped he wasn't getting scared again, seeing how he was just starting to get used to them. He stayed huddled close as they continued on in the tunnel, silently watching the patches of moss they passed.

The buzzing in her head hadn't increased in pace, still keeping to that same rhythmic haze. Ivy wasn't sure what that meant. The ghost could be too busy with Hitmonlee to deal with her just yet, or maybe she was waiting until they reached her. The other hopeful possibility was that the ghost was just leaving her alone or maybe couldn't get through the extra barriers she put up on her mind. One could hope.

Eventually they came to a split in the path. One side led on to the right, an even path that continued on the room they were in. The path to the left led up though, and it was probably closer to the exit. They still had to get to the other cave network. The only downside was that the left path was the looming darkness. They weren't going to be able to see a thing.

Chainy asked her what she thought, and she didn't take long to think. “Ghosts like the dark right? Arceus hates a coward. Let's go left.”

Even if it didn't lead to Froslass, it was sure to be interesting. Ivy started humming a quiet tune as she marched onward, and the tones echoed off the stone.