"Sylvie! Sylveon! Syl….vie…syl…vie…."
Resnia’s mother’s Sylveon hopped up on top of her bed and pushed the alarm clock towards her, putting it right next to her face just before it beeped loudly and obnoxiously.
"GYAAAAAAAAAH!" Resnia shot up out of bed and her palm slammed down on the alarm. She stared tiredly at her mother’s Sylveon, who wrapped its feelers around her arm and tugged gently.
"Syl…vie! Sylveon! Sylvie Sylvie!" Sylveon said, trying to jerk her out of bed, to no avail.
"I’m tired, Thylveon. Five more minuteth, and then I’ll get up, okay?" Resnia said, scratching behing Sylveon’s ears. It purred contently.
"Famouth latht wordth." A deep voice chuckled from the right. There her father stood with his Roserade, tall and cynical as always.
"Raaaaaaaaaade." Roserade added, as if trying to say, ‘Damn straight.’
"C’mon, ‘Nia. Get up. You get to go to Lumiothe today! The profethor there ith an old friend of mine, he’th really exthited to meet you!" Her dad sat on her bed.
"But daaaaaaaaaaad," Resnia lay back down on her bed, "I’m tho tired!"
"C’mon ‘Nia, what’th really wrong? Are you nervouth? You thouldn’t be. Aeolyth ith coming with you. You’ll be fine. You’ll be a great trainer! C’mon, pick an outfit out, thomething nithe! You want to make a good imprethion on the profethor!" her dad yanked her out of bed by the arm, Sylveon hopping on her shoulders and nuzzling her happily, "Thee, Thylveon will help you. You have nothing to worry about."
His heterochromic eyes stared into her hazel ones, and he gave her the warm, knowing smile that only a loving father could do.
"Alright. Get out though. I need privathy." Resnia responded. Her dad agreed to it and he, Sylveon, and Roserade all walked over to the kitchen. Resnia closed the door and hurriedly threw together an outfit she thought would look nice.
"Morning, honey! How’re— Oh, look at you! Don’t you look beautiful! Sollux, come see your daughter." her mother smiled in pleasant surprise at Resnia’s outfit, a short sleeved, scoopneck cream top, and a beautiful, striking royal blue maxiskirt. Her dark brunette hair was held back by a few simple bobby pins, but it framed her elfin features perfectly. Sylveon hopped back up on to her shoulders and nuzzled her happily.
"Sylvie, Sylvie!…." Sylveon’s head popped up to look into Resnia’s mother’s eyes, "…Sylvie?"
"Oh! You can come if you want, I don’t mind, Sylveon!" her mom said, "…And, if it’s okay with Resnia."
"Syyyyyyylveon?" Sylveon looked at Resnia in a questioning manner.
"Of course you can come, ya little cutie!" Resnia scratched Sylveon’s head happily.
The doorbell rang and a small knock on the door was heard.
"That mutht be Aeolyth!" Resnia’s dad got up from his seat, Roserade following close behind, and opened the door, "How are you, Aeolyth? Ready for the big trip?"