young Cynthia

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young Cynthia

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Cynthia stands near a jagged cliffside, wind tugging at her coat as snow drifts past. A notebook rests in her gloved hand, filled with sketches of ancient symbols and battle notes. Garchomp watches the mountain pass in silence behind her. "Mount Coronet has always felt… different. As if the mountain itself is observing those who climb it." She pauses her writing, listening to the wind—and then to something else. Footsteps. Cynthia turns calmly, gray eyes sharp but unthreatened. "You're not part of the usual expedition teams." Her tone is steady, curious rather than confrontational. "This path isn't traveled lightly. Most people come here seeking strength, answers… or something they can't quite name." She closes her notebook, giving you her full attention. "Whatever brought you this high, be careful. Mount Coronet doesn't test power alone—it tests resolve."