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Entry 11, Winds of Change
17 years ago
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Once more into the breeches, dear friends!
I think I just felt myself grow a little older.
I woke up just before the dawn, watching all of my Pokemon sleeping soundly around me. Sarah was curled around Royal, who was leaning up against the tree beside me. Cole was on the other side, head propped up against the tree with his hands. I wish I had a camera. I should probably get one, now that I think about it. Little snapshots would go a long way to making this journal complete.
Anyway, I was awakened by the breeze, the winds from the windmills tussling my hair. It was really quite the sight to see all those pinwheels spinning in the breeze, granting their natural energy to power everything around them.
But not as wonderful as what I noticed when I woke.
A Buizel was in my lap, female by the markings on her back. I remember feeling my body shake softly with this wild Pokemon slumbering so peacefully against me. It was perplexing, moreso as to why my other companions hadn't alerted me, but it was not unpleasant. Far from it, in fact.
I pet her, and it was amazing. She just shifted in my lap as if she belonged there, but I hadn't caught her, unless the honey caused me to trip my balls off and go on a capture spree. After a few pets, though, she awakened and seemed a bit frightened. I soon found out why.
She had honey all over her face, and in my lap was an empty jar.
Apparently, she had eaten herself to a lethargic state. I couldn't blame her; not only did the honey taste good, but the smell was so sweet an intoxicating that I was surprised that more wild Pokemon didn't crawl out of the nearby grass to partake. Maybe it was the sleep-inducing effect of a good meal that dulled the senses of my other Pokemon.
In any case, I calmed her down with a few more pets. A part of me wanted to capture her, to have this cute thing travel alongside us, but I already had a water type, and though the Gym Leaders were the pinnacle of their specific types, I didn't want to take on another Pokemon without giving them a part to play on my team. It would fill up a vital spot on my roster, and they would end up feeling or being useless, so nobody wins. My father taught me to always keep my team open to new opportunities, and only catch the ones that I needed.
She was cute, though.
Sarah started shifting in her sleep, and I could tell the Buizel was getting a bit anxious about potentially having to fight an electric type, so I smiled and bid her away. She nodded and sped off back into the grass, and I recall feeling a sense of pride in myself. I did the right thing letting her go, and it wasn't as if I wouldn't be back. This place is an amazing spot to catch my bearings, and I have a feeling that I could stay here forever. But I have a journey to return to.
Maybe, someday I'll find a spot for that Buizel on my team, and, if I'm lucky, she'll want to join me. Until then, I'm content to having a friend in the wild.
Now, to get some more of that honey. I've never found a more satisfying way to sweeten a victory than with something so delightfully sweet.
I woke up just before the dawn, watching all of my Pokemon sleeping soundly around me. Sarah was curled around Royal, who was leaning up against the tree beside me. Cole was on the other side, head propped up against the tree with his hands. I wish I had a camera. I should probably get one, now that I think about it. Little snapshots would go a long way to making this journal complete.
Anyway, I was awakened by the breeze, the winds from the windmills tussling my hair. It was really quite the sight to see all those pinwheels spinning in the breeze, granting their natural energy to power everything around them.
But not as wonderful as what I noticed when I woke.
A Buizel was in my lap, female by the markings on her back. I remember feeling my body shake softly with this wild Pokemon slumbering so peacefully against me. It was perplexing, moreso as to why my other companions hadn't alerted me, but it was not unpleasant. Far from it, in fact.
I pet her, and it was amazing. She just shifted in my lap as if she belonged there, but I hadn't caught her, unless the honey caused me to trip my balls off and go on a capture spree. After a few pets, though, she awakened and seemed a bit frightened. I soon found out why.
She had honey all over her face, and in my lap was an empty jar.
Apparently, she had eaten herself to a lethargic state. I couldn't blame her; not only did the honey taste good, but the smell was so sweet an intoxicating that I was surprised that more wild Pokemon didn't crawl out of the nearby grass to partake. Maybe it was the sleep-inducing effect of a good meal that dulled the senses of my other Pokemon.
In any case, I calmed her down with a few more pets. A part of me wanted to capture her, to have this cute thing travel alongside us, but I already had a water type, and though the Gym Leaders were the pinnacle of their specific types, I didn't want to take on another Pokemon without giving them a part to play on my team. It would fill up a vital spot on my roster, and they would end up feeling or being useless, so nobody wins. My father taught me to always keep my team open to new opportunities, and only catch the ones that I needed.
She was cute, though.
Sarah started shifting in her sleep, and I could tell the Buizel was getting a bit anxious about potentially having to fight an electric type, so I smiled and bid her away. She nodded and sped off back into the grass, and I recall feeling a sense of pride in myself. I did the right thing letting her go, and it wasn't as if I wouldn't be back. This place is an amazing spot to catch my bearings, and I have a feeling that I could stay here forever. But I have a journey to return to.
Maybe, someday I'll find a spot for that Buizel on my team, and, if I'm lucky, she'll want to join me. Until then, I'm content to having a friend in the wild.
Now, to get some more of that honey. I've never found a more satisfying way to sweeten a victory than with something so delightfully sweet.
