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- PokemonTotal EXP Gained: 4
Caught at Level 5
EXP Rate: Medium slow
EXP Gauge: 10/12
EXP Gained: 4
Total Stats: 77
- Attack: 16
- Defense: 15
- Sp. Attack: 15 (20%)
- Sp. Defense: 15
- Speed: 16 (22%)
Item: none yet
Myst walked up to a Caterpie out of curiosity. She reached to touch it, and then jumped back as it shot a little string at her. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” she whispered, and continued walking. She ran a little to catch up with Cyndaquil who was randomly chasing a couple of Cutieflies that flew by.
Myst finally caught up to Cynadaquil. “Hey,” She said kneeling to be at his level, “Skytouch forest is pretty cool, yea?”
Cyndaquil gave a happy squeak and ran in a small circle. A breeze drifted through the trees, shaking them, and a cloud passed over the sun spreading shade to all parts of the forest, even the paths where the trees were spread out. Myst looked up. There were clouds dotting the sky all over here and there. When she looked back down, Cyndaquil was chasing again, a Pokémon she didn’t know very well, it must have been a new one that she hadn’t gotten to in her research yet. It looked like a living mushroom trio.
Myst stood again and walked to the closest tree. She ducked out of the string tying her to the bike, stood the suitcase closeby, and leaned against the tree. She didn’t know how far in they were, she hadn’t been keeping track. She looked at her Holocaster, which showed the map and where on it she was. After a minute she turned it off again. Then she sat down still leaning on the tree, and watched Cyndaquil run for a minute.
She blinked her eyes open. Had she fallen asleep? She looked down and Cyndaquil was resting in her lap. She looked back up and all the Pokémon appeared to be finding shelters and burrows, and when she looked up, the sun was setting. When had she fallen asleep? For how long exactly? She hadn’t checked a clock beforehand. Anyhow, she loved night, and now there was no expectation to sleep or stay home. How tired was Cyndaquil?
She reached to touch him. Cyndaquil jumped up and jumped back. “Whoa,” Myst said soothingly, “Calm down, I’m sorry.” Cyndaquil came back slowly. “If you’re still tired, do you want to go into your PokeBall for the night? I still want to walk a bit.” Cyndaquil yawned, and gave a squeak accompanied by a nod. Myst pulled out the PokeBall and hit the button. He was pulled into it.
She put it back in her pocket, attached the suitcase to the bike, and biked for a few minutes. The moon had come out and gave everything a white sheen, there were whispers of breezes in the trees, and the breeze on her face felt nice. Bushes dotted the edges of the path here and there, and tall trees flew by. After a few minutes, when her legs got tired, she got off the bike and locked it to a tree. Then she pulled that tiny one-person tent out and set it up.
There were two poles and four stakes. As small as it was, it took 5 minutes tops. Myst pulled a blanket out of that suitcase and crawled inside that little tent. Inside the tent there were even more whispers as the breezes brushed the fabric on the outside. The air inside the tent soon grew stuffy and she opened the screen. She slowly drifted into sleep.
She was awakened by sun on her face. Assuming it was because she was up and even biking really late, she noticed the sun was already almost at its peak. She hurriedly unzipped the tent and jumped outside, scattering drops of what must have been what was left of the morning’s dew, although it was almost dry from the tent and the grass. She left the tent up for a while so it could totally dry before packing it away again. She did pack away the blanket though, and then pulled out Cyndaquil’s PokeBall and tossed it up. He popped out, yawned, and stretched. Then he looked up and squeaked.
“Morning,” Myst called, waving, and Cyndaquil ran ahead again to chase things. Myst watched him run, taking in the forest. As high as the sun was, most of the little bugs were out finding food, so Cyndaquil had an easy time finding something to chase. Myst went for her backpack and pulled out a small snack, and called Cyndaquil back. “Here,” She made him a small bowl of Pokémon food she had brought. They shouldn’t spend too much time in the forest, she noticed, as she hadn’t packed a lot in terms of food. Leave it to her to think more about stuff. She rolled her eyes at herself.