Post by kitsune on May 7, 2008 7:19:34 GMT 10
A gentle twilight descended down onto the Isabella Plains, lightly pushing the sun away as the moon peaked over the horizon. The sky looked like a blue watercolor painting left out in the rain: it was streaked with pale lavender and a few bright orange remnants of the sunset. The grass and trees stirred softly with the wind, almost celebrating that no more trainers would go through the day. Most of the pokemon, the ones that had survived the steady onslaught of pokeball-happy new trainers, were hurrying to their nest, their burrow, their den.
A trainer was walking along the path, coming from Vhenkil Town, having replaced her normal tank-tops with a dark green t-shirt and a faded brown jacket. Frizzy chocolate-colored loops of hair hung around her shoulders like old Christmas lights – she’d brushed it that morning, but Zenny had play-tackled her so many times it had been in vain.
Leah glanced at the bulbasaur that trailed behind her a few feet, not tired but bored. Apparently, Zenny wasn’t excited by the prospect of “seeing the stars”. He’d rather be making other pokemon see stars; he was also insulted by the fact that he had only one victory to his name. And she wanted him to stare at stuff hanging in the sky? He was going to head back to the lab, and soon…
“Hey, Zenny!” Leah called, leaving the path and walking into the plains. “What’s holding you up?”
He growled. He was, as usual, hungry.
It didn’t take a genius to guess what the bulbasaur meant. Leah rolled her eyes. “I’ll give you some when we get there, okay?”
“Bublabulbulba, saurbulbulb?” <Hmph. Where are we going, anyway?>
Leah kept walking, up to her waist in the tall grass, and Zenny grumpily followed.
After a few minutes of walking, they came to a large boulder that looked very out of place amongst the tall grass. Leah pulled out Zenny’s pokeball and studied it a moment – it looked plain and normal, bright red… She’d have to paint it, or something – before pushing the indentation in the center. The bulbasaur let out a mewl of discontent as he disappeared.
Leah climbed onto the boulder, stretching a moment before releasing her grass companion from his pokeball. The bulbasaur took a step to the edge of the four-foot-wide boulder, but otherwise ignored her. “Hey, it’s easier than trying to lift all sixteen pounds of you…” No response. “Snack?” he glanced over.
“Hey, look, Zenzen. There’s the star…”
“Bulbbulb? Bulbasaaaur, bulbabulbabulba saur!” <Zenzen? Besides, I want a snack now!>
Leah was already opening her backpack, unwrapping the promised food: a few slightly mangled leeks, some apple slices, a carrot, and a small cup of sunflower seeds. She poured a little bit of water out of a bottle and into a plastic dish she’d brought; how all that food had fit in the backpack was questionable, but Zenny didn’t really care. He emptied the dish of sunflower seeds immediately, swallowed the carrot, nibbled at the apples and stared at the leeks suspiciously.
While he did this, Leah stared up at the darkened sky and watched more stars twinkle into view. She thought that showing him the stars (the Teddiursa constellation, the Sharpedo stars…) would teach him that there was more than just food, battling, and coming up with what was presumably the best insult. Apparently, it was working in the opposite…
A trainer was walking along the path, coming from Vhenkil Town, having replaced her normal tank-tops with a dark green t-shirt and a faded brown jacket. Frizzy chocolate-colored loops of hair hung around her shoulders like old Christmas lights – she’d brushed it that morning, but Zenny had play-tackled her so many times it had been in vain.
Leah glanced at the bulbasaur that trailed behind her a few feet, not tired but bored. Apparently, Zenny wasn’t excited by the prospect of “seeing the stars”. He’d rather be making other pokemon see stars; he was also insulted by the fact that he had only one victory to his name. And she wanted him to stare at stuff hanging in the sky? He was going to head back to the lab, and soon…
“Hey, Zenny!” Leah called, leaving the path and walking into the plains. “What’s holding you up?”
He growled. He was, as usual, hungry.
It didn’t take a genius to guess what the bulbasaur meant. Leah rolled her eyes. “I’ll give you some when we get there, okay?”
“Bublabulbulba, saurbulbulb?” <Hmph. Where are we going, anyway?>
Leah kept walking, up to her waist in the tall grass, and Zenny grumpily followed.
After a few minutes of walking, they came to a large boulder that looked very out of place amongst the tall grass. Leah pulled out Zenny’s pokeball and studied it a moment – it looked plain and normal, bright red… She’d have to paint it, or something – before pushing the indentation in the center. The bulbasaur let out a mewl of discontent as he disappeared.
Leah climbed onto the boulder, stretching a moment before releasing her grass companion from his pokeball. The bulbasaur took a step to the edge of the four-foot-wide boulder, but otherwise ignored her. “Hey, it’s easier than trying to lift all sixteen pounds of you…” No response. “Snack?” he glanced over.
“Hey, look, Zenzen. There’s the star…”
“Bulbbulb? Bulbasaaaur, bulbabulbabulba saur!” <Zenzen? Besides, I want a snack now!>
Leah was already opening her backpack, unwrapping the promised food: a few slightly mangled leeks, some apple slices, a carrot, and a small cup of sunflower seeds. She poured a little bit of water out of a bottle and into a plastic dish she’d brought; how all that food had fit in the backpack was questionable, but Zenny didn’t really care. He emptied the dish of sunflower seeds immediately, swallowed the carrot, nibbled at the apples and stared at the leeks suspiciously.
While he did this, Leah stared up at the darkened sky and watched more stars twinkle into view. She thought that showing him the stars (the Teddiursa constellation, the Sharpedo stars…) would teach him that there was more than just food, battling, and coming up with what was presumably the best insult. Apparently, it was working in the opposite…