The makeshift path taken through the meadow was as visible as any other trail could be in that of a fresh snowfall. Inflexible in their apparent dryness, the tall grasses were flattened from the far outskirts of the hedgerow towards the canopy of woodland leaves. Drinking in the shade that it provided, one could see the profile of some woodland Pokemon lounging underneath the comfort of the towering trees.
The route was far from what she had imagined; ragged and bent, not at all the straight line she had assumed it would be around this terrain. She marvels at her surroundings, entranced by the cacophony of color on the fading green – wild flowers bunched together in purple thistles, blue cornflowers and red poppies.
It wouldn’t be long before she reached the base of the mountain. She could already see the faint outline of the mountain rage ahead, about forty miles to the south. It was a craggy grey face more steep than one could imagine by simply looking, a backdrop to the attractive scene that had no coordination.
Past the tall asters that stood proudly with their yellow centers, there was a a trail that snaked around the side with a sheer drop to the right. If one looked closely enough, they’d be able to identify a few trees twisted out of the side of the precipice with leaves as hard as thorns.
Ariella heaves a heavy sigh as she approaches a more rugged portion of the trail.
While she would of much rather been either spending her afternoon training, she had reluctantly agreed to meet her father in the neighboring town. She was positive it was for something trivial – he had insisted that she make the trek to see him as opposed to a simple explanation over the telephone. Surely, him just simply telling her what it was he needed would be too convenient.
Nearing the crossroad towards where one would head towards the summit of the mountain, she suddenly takes notice of another traveler. There, positioned on a cluster of boulders off to the side of the path, they sit with a large gash situated across their left knee. She immediately assumes they must of tripped over a Geodude. What an idiot.
" I have some bandages, “ she states as she approaches them, though her tone seems more exasperated than concerned. The young woman slides the strap of her messenger bag off her shoulder, slender fingers reaching inside as she searches for some plasters and disinfectant.
Maybe choosing to come to Kanto wasn’t the brightest idea in hindsight it seemed like right now.
Well, it’s more like she wasn’t expecting to get herself into this situation. If anything, it’s her fault that this was happening right now.
Traveling had always been something she enjoyed (and she was a Pokemon trainer, why wouldn’t she enjoy it) so exploring around Kanto had been an idea she had for a while. Sure, she’d been there several times already, but there was always something new to find. A region was never without something new to offer with each new visit.
Besides, finding the off beaten paths was just something that she did. If anything she took time exploring, something that might have been just from her being younger and wanting to see as much as she could. Old habits died hard, though at least this was a good one.
At least the path here by the mountains had been a good find. Wild flowers and nearby Pokemon around made the area seem more alive (or maybe it was just her being her usual self and being sappy around Pokemon). Then again, she did love nature and Pokemon, so it probably was just Emilia being Emilia. Like there was anyone around to tell her otherwise really.
Though maybe she should have paid a bit more attention to where she was going, considering she had tripped over something, more than likely a Geodude and could feel a gash on her left knee. This was bad, there wasn’t anyone else around and she wasn’t prepared for something like this, though she probably should have.
Hearing someone calling out, she looked up to see a woman younger than her approaching. She mentions something about having bandages and smiles at her slightly. Thank goodness someone was around to bail her out in a situation when she herself wasn’t prepared (at least this time it was better than the last time she had been unprepared, she shivers slightly at that memory).
“Thank you,” she replies, slowly bringing her left leg into a position that would be easy for the other woman to get to. Speaking of, she does seem somewhat familiar to her, even if she doesn’t know all the league members off the top of her head; she can recognize their faces a bit. “I know this might seem a little out of the blue, but do I perhaps know you from somewhere? You seem familiar but I can’t place where I could have seen you before…”
