Mint Berry Jams Dec 27, 2019 10:44:17 GMT 11
Post by sable on Dec 27, 2019 10:44:17 GMT 11
“Hey, Gon. Check it out.” The Bulbasaur trundled back beside her. San tried to lead his gaze, pointing out from the start of Route 29. She could just make out New Bark as shapes in the distance, cast in misty grey morning.
“We made it! Pretty cool?” Though Gon’s interest was on the ground trampled beneath his feet.
San was a bright spot on the horizon, her silhouette tall and rounded from the messy bun and big bow, her outfit dripping baby-pink -- which she always say as a winter color -- and the many bobs and zippers on her pleather coat sleighbell-ringing with each step. Safe from the cold, she still itched for modern convenience beneath it all. New Bark was a pit stop; the only flight she could get around the holidays landed there in the early morning -- that, or she could have flown to Cherrygrove, but San wanted to do this right. And yet the itch remained. The only things on her were a cheap flip phone and a duffel bag full of supplies -- plus her travel essentials in a small, rolling suitcase.
San took the chance to glance ahead. The road through Route 29 immediately started down across uneven terrain. Ledges jutting down, down, down into dark, wooded wilderness. Anything else the weather rendered a mystery.
“Well,” the newbie trainer said. “We made it this far.” So call it another pit stop; they could celebrate now.
“Hold Tomo,” was Gon’s first order for the day. She passed the Scatterbug down where she landed splayed onto his bulb, a blanket splayed over it in turn to keep it warm. San fished through her pocket for the measly Pori-2. In rehab, she had started following a trainer’s monthly magazine and of course hadn’t packed any issues with her; she could “treat herself” with the idea they’d be waiting patiently in Cherrygrove. Before the phone lines framing the land bridge, leading up into the route proper, cut off before the woods, San had service to hold onto as a comfort, poor as it was.
Musing aloud as she waited, San muttered she’d “never asked that kid-- how do I find all the patterns? They in, like, certain places? I mean, he wants them in-person…”
Turning off the bike for now. Let's get the show on the road!