Being able to take advantage of your time off was a feat that many, if not all, Leaders and Elites had trouble accomplishing. It wasn’t that they wouldn’t want to spend the last few days of summer soaking up the sun or dive into a neatly complied pile of leaves when autumn finally appeared, but just being able to set a date and go off was what most found difficult. With the warmest months came hot-headed challengers and when fall cooled off the region, children would approach seeking a battle — figuring that with their weeks worth of knowledge, they’d be able to take home badges and a new title as champion.
The Syrma Town Leader, Charlotte, was no exception to this and felt that she even had it tougher then some of the others. After all, she was the Leader in the town of the famous Battle Lift, where many trainers gathered from around the region to come and challenge each other. She couldn’t count the number of times competitors had stomped to her Gym, demanding a battle in order to pick up the pieces of their broken pride as a result of loosing at the Lift a few days prior.
It was a tedious, annoying task — but she was trying not to think about that right now. After all, amazing as it was, she had managed to sneak away from her duties to enjoy the golden scenery that was Naos Town.
"Lucas, don’t push your brother," Charlotte frowned, head turning downward into her large purse where a pair of blue-tipped ears poked out. A moment later, another pair of red-tipped ones joined them. "Can’t you two just — ah, Marcel! Don’t bite Lucas!"
The commotion stirring in her handbag went mostly unnoticed by the people surrounding them, the blonde noticed, as Charlotte stumbled upon a large crowd in the middle of the street. She blinked rapidly, unable to see the source of the excitement before carefully maneuvering her way to the front of the line.
Ah, a dancing troupe — how lovely! She’d heard that groups such as this traveled from town to town during the peak of seasons, but she’d never thought she’d see one up close! Living in the midst of the mountain range, one did not see many things such as this. It was truly a wo—
Before Charlotte even had time to finish the rest of her thought, she felt someone grab a hold of her wrist and quickly pull her into the clearing where the dancers were. She squeaked at the sudden contact, unsure how to react.. but it didn’t take long for the two troublemakers in her bag to realize what was happening.
Without so much as sparing a glance at their trainer, Marcel and Lucas, a young Plusle and Minun, sprung into action and began to dance alongside the female with bubblegum pink hair.
