Eyes roaming over the psychic’s form, the girl was a little worried. The blonde wasn’t moving. She’d have to get moving, and quickly, if she wanted any chance of capturing it. “Good luck.” The redhead murmured, trying not to disturb Caitlin or the Abra.
Ceri peered through the bushes at the display, watching curiously. Seeing something get captured was always a special moment, the beginning of a long friendship. Maybe someday.
She continued to wait, the seconds seeming to drag on for whole minutes. Come on, throw a ball at it, before it gets away…and just like that, the Pokemon was under assault. Hopefully, the poor thing could finish its meal after all was said and done.
The redhead and her own Pokemon continued to spectate silently, the rush of the Pokeball shaking invigorating for more than just its owner. Just a little bit longer, and they’d know if they had it…
Caitlin had caught her fair share of Pokemon. But none of her past experiences had been as nerve-wracking as this. It didn’t make any sense; she wasn’t catching a Mesprit! How could one simple Abra have this much hold on her emotions?
After what seemed like an eternity, the ball halted in its movement. But this sight did nothing to calm the Elite down. Tiptoeing, she made her way over to the ball and picked it up. As she turned it over in her hands, she had a strange look in eyes. She turned to face Ceri and her Lilligant. Could it be? Had the elusive Abra had actually been captured?
Caitlin pressed the button, releasing the creature. The yellow-bodied pokemon was released and stared at his new owner quietly. Said owner could only stare back as well. “Abra. Abra, Abra!” the pokemon chanted suddenly.
Joy overcame Caitlin’s features as she rushed over to hug the Abra. Startled at having suddenly being lifted off of the ground, the Abra tried to get away.
Caitlin looked over to Ceri, a small smile playing at her lips. “Thank you Ceri. I mean it.”








