Her reaction? Give Red a second and it’s a pretty reasonable one, given the bloodless massacre of feathers and birds that fluff the surrounding scene. She’s probably wondering what the hell happened, baffled about what’s around them, now that everything—except the wiggling stufful, whining, huffing, trying to swing up to give Snorlax’s paw a great big chomp!—has calmed.
Heck, if he walked in on this, he’d likely be wondering the same. Probably.
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If Moon thought her face couldn’t possibly get any redder, she was so, so wrong. Because— of course. She’s meeting Red, and of course, it’s now that her cheeks are trying out their best involuntary impression of a cheri berry. Moon is silly to think she could ever meet the Red whilst maintaining some facade of dignity, however vague. Of course.
What Moon can do, though, is not turn her head back around to look Red in the face, like somebody not clearly trying to hide horrible embarrassment. What Moon can do is try her best— Arceus, she is really, really trying her best— to calm down, take deep breaths; to focus on the task at hand, and forget the rest.
Above all, she tries to ignore the look her raichu is giving her. The weird look. The very pointed look. Surely, Pyxis has seen Moon embarrassed before. Surely, starstruck Moon isn’t that bizarre a sight. She really hopes it isn’t, because that’d mean she’s embarrassing herself even more than originally thought.
Ahhhh no! No. Moon just has to focus.
“I’m really sorry about this.” Upon approaching the exeggutor, Moon had dropped into a half-squat, speaking to it in what she hopes is a soothing, steady murmur. The last thing she wants is to agitate the poor thing further. “We’re going to try and move you upright, if that’s okay with you?”
Moon closes her eyes. Now, the question is, how, exactly, they are to accomplish that? Pyxis’ psychic typing and powers might be a good bet, but as powerful as Pyxis is in battle, Moon isn’t unprepared to admit she’s not trained her pokémon in the art of heavy lifting...
She almost jumps a foot as Red seems to materialise behind her, his voice startling her out of her thoughts. She musn’t have noticed him approach. She only just manages to catch the tail end of his question. Ah, shit.
What do I have...?
Moon tries not to look so awfully, embarrassingly, obviously caught off guard as she rises to stand once again, sneakers toeing the dirt.
It's a small box, wrapped in green wrapping paper and tied with a red ribbon. Inside, there's a gift card with a considerable amount of cash that can be used in any Poke Mart. There's also a simple chain and locket nestled beside it. Heart shaped, and when clicked, would reveal a place where one could store a small picture (I'm not sure if this is good or not, but I hope that you can find some use in these gifts) - your Secret Santa
It’s just so pretty— pristine paper and beautiful bow atop. Moon’s fingers hesitate, hovering over the package for, probably, far longer than would be normal. Eventually, finally, when curiosity wins over reluctance, Moon still can’t bring herself to tear into the gift. Gently, almost gingerly, she tugs at the ribbon until it comes apart. With the same meticulous care, she pries the paper apart, taking the time to avoid tears.
In the box, Moon recognises a pokémart gift card, which she stashes in her bag for future use. It’s very thoughtful of the gifter; very useful. She’ll be able to spring for some fresh potions— some a replenished supply of repels, which’ll afford her team some well-deserved breaks after training sessions on Poni Island. Real breaks, instead of being called out every other five minutes, when Moon inevitably runs into yet another wild pokémon, on her hike through the tall grass back to the Poni pokécentre.
The item resting next to the card requires closer examination. In the palm of her hand, Moon brings the locket to eye level, observing it from all angles: observing the way it clicks open, the small space to store something within. A picture or photograph, maybe.
Moon’s never really worn jewellery. It’s not something that’s ever really occurred to her to do. She can’t help but be taken by the gift, though; beautiful, yet understated; elegant in its simplicity. It’s lucky, she supposes, that she doesn’t have another necklace to fumble with, as she loops the locket and chain around her neck, fumbling with the clasp for a moment before finally managing to fasten it.
She’ll have to see about downloading and printing the photograph to size later, but Moon already has a pretty good idea of what picture she’ll end up wearing in her heart.
Sun wasn’t expecting to be pulled into a second hug but accepted it wholeheartedly. He gave her a tight squeeze, closing his eyes as he took a moment to properly come to the fact he was back home. He was back here at Alola, with his best friend.
“You better have missed me.” He playfully stuck out his tongue at her promptly after the two parted from the hug.
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Moon flashes a small, grateful smile in Sun’s direction. He’s always been quick to notice the minute shifts in her expression, quick reassure her. Maybe it’s because they’ve just known each other so many years, and spent so much time together. Maybe Sun just knows, y’know?
So she hopes he knows what she means when she wrinkles her nose, sympathetic. “I’m sorry,” she says, as earnestly as she can. It sounds weak, flimsy even in her own ears, but it’s the best she can do; she’s got no clue what to say otherwise. She’s as aware as he is that this is something Sun needs to find for himself, by himself. Probably. But, like his training to become champion, Moon wishes she could help.
It’s a shame she’s always been bad at this sort of thing. Bad at saying what she means, in a way that doesn’t feel forced and superficial, at best. This isn’t like when Sun simply wanted to shoot for the championship; there’s no clear solution, no tangible end-goal in sight. Moon doesn’t know how to say that she’d give anything for Sun to feel less terrible. She doesn’t know how to say that she’d give anything for the both of them to feel less terrible, in general.
Moon settles for meeting Sun’s eyes, letting silence awash, wondering if she ought to say something more. She finds that she’s spending a lot of time, in a lot of situations, wondering if she ought to say something more.
What she says, instead, is:
“I know I’ve said it a thousand times before— it’s okay. Nobody makes me do anything. Besides, I’m happy to do it! More than happy to do it.”
Hau’s eyes clenched shut for a brief moment as his Alolan Raichu simply rushed through the opponent’s Pokémon. How could he pick a normal type move for this?! At least the people around him- and maybe even Moon- seemed to think it was just a feint attack; just a distraction for the real deal.
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As Cetus’ second shadow claw connects, even Moon, impassive as ever, expression wont to betray nothing, can’t help the tiniest up-quirk of her lips. As quickly as Hibi recovers, hopping back onto its tail, wobbling back into action, Moon’s still satisfied. She’s not sprinting for the finish line, just yet.
Moon doesn’t call for Cetus to dodge; there’s no need. Already anticipating her command, Cetus swerves left and right, shifting just so. Just enough that Hibi’s thunderbolt, jagged arcs of electricity raising the hair on Moon’s arms, illuminating their half of the battlefield, misses Cetus by a hair width.
A rush of air, exhaled sharply through her nose. Moon’s shoulders fall, relieved, but only just for a moment— adrenaline rushes through her veins, once again. Moon chews her lip, taking the split-second it takes to confirm that Cetus has indeed escaped Hibi’s thunderbolt, unscathed, and both pokémon reorient themselves, to choose
Play rough is always a risk: straying too close to Hibi will leave Cetus vulnerable; the slimmer the distance between the two pokémon, the slimmer Cetus’ odds of successfully dodging an attack would be. Cetus would have to cross the entire battle field to even attempt approach Hibi, in the first place. Cetus’ disguise has also already been triggered— play rough is always a risk, but is it one worth taking?
Powered up by swords dance, it just might be. Hau and Hibi might be able to squeeze in an attack or two in the time it takes to see if Moon’s gamble will pay off, but what Cetus lacks in speed, it makes up for in offensive power.
And Moon, more than anything right now, wants to see her investments pay off.
“Good job!” Throwing an arm forward, Moon’s voice rings clear. “Now, play rough!”
The Hano Grand Resort, was just as grand as the title made it out to be. Lisia couldn’t believe the size of the place when she’d first arrived. They were having a celebratory anniversary party, and Lisia had been booked in for a performance with her Pokemon.
How could she say no?? This place was astonishing! Set up some fairy lights, decorations, get some grub and Pokemon and this place’d be good to go!
Lisia was too focused on her own thoughts to pay attention to the amount of stares she was getting from Alolan folk who didn’t know who she was. I mean who wouldn’t stare? She’s wearing clouds around her wrists.
Coming to see Hano Grand Resort’s anniversary show had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. Which is, pretty much, out of the ordinary for Moon. She usually operates on a general sort of schedule that doesn’t vary very much, from week to week. Champion duties, training her pokémon at the battle tree, training her pokémon in the tall grass; rinse and repeat. Sometimes, touch down at home to visit her mother. Sometimes, even less than that, she’ll see Hau, or maybe Sun or Gladion or Lillie will be in Alola, and they can hang out.
But Sun or Gladion or Lillie aren’t usually in Alola, and Hau’s usually busy training with his grandfather, so. It’s less maybe, and usually probably not.
But, tonight’s different. Moon can feel it. Even if she’s on her own, which isn’t out of the ordinary at all, it doesn’t weigh her down. She feels lighter. Her head’s clearer. The air’s fresher. Maybe it’s the gentle mood lighting, lights strung up around the lobby. Maybe it’s the the crowd, which she normally finds an inconvenience, if anything. But there’s something about sitting with them, not in front of them, not apart from them, that feels different.
It’s Sun that usually gets recognised, given that he’s Alola’s real champion, but with Moon covering for him, she’s not without her fair share of attention when she’s working, too. But here, she’s just another audience member. It feels different. It feels like before, when she always battled for fun, and she and her pokémon shared the same wish; when their hearts beat together, in tandem. When she’s tuned into the feelings of another, when she gets to feel it too.
... Maybe it feels like that, but not as intense, obviously. But... It’s still nice. Like that.
Either way, Moon’s perfectly content to hang out somewhere in the back, watching as excited audience members trickle in, filling out the rows and rows in front of her. Her leg bounces, up and down, tense with a nervous, tentative sort of excitement. She’s feeling new, she’s feeling different; so she’s determined to enjoy herself, tonight.
The flyer she’d received from the Resort staff had included a photograph of tonight’s star performer— Lisia, a famous pokémon idol and actress from Hoenn. Moon’s not really heard of her before, but... Uh.
Staring at her picture too long makes something stir in Moon’s chest, and her cheeks warm up, just a little bit.
...
Not in a weird way, or anything like that! But if she’s honest, Moon doesn’t actually know which way, if that way’s weird, or not. It’s just, Lisia’s really pretty. Nearly the prettiest girl Moon’s ever seen. She’s just glad she’s sitting at the back. She’s feeling new, she’s feeling different; but not different enough to be so bold as to get close.
What fight there was left in the flying types ceases with their flying, efforts of their own attacks failing as the electricity spreads through them and makes them drop with the rest of the scattered pokémon.
The wild plains is quite a sight: pokémon scattered amongst dirt ground, lost in wild bush, an exeggutor rustling leaves attached to its head once in a while.
And inbetween where both trainer stands, a snorlax dragging a stufful off from his cheek, clinging on somehow with all its tiny power, before he holds it out to flail uselessly within his paw.
They do say Poni Island has become more active with the newer bosses in place.
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At Red’s acknowledgement, Moon’s entire face flushes immediately.
A compliment? A thumbs up? From Red? The Red, once Kanto’s champion, still everything Moon’s ever aspired to be like? That Red, complimenting her? This has to be some sort of dream. A very nice dream, but...
Moon’s stomach lurches, and she very nearly stutters as she tries to think of something— something intelligent, ideally— to say as way of response. She does everything in her power to try not to, short of physically clapping a hand over her own mouth to stop something stupid spilling out. What results is a long moment of awkward silence. It’s probably too long, even.
Getting to meet Red is been something Moon’s wanted for the better part of a decade and a half, give or take some. But now she’s here, and it’s really, actually happening, she feels like she’s really, definitely messing this up.
In the end, she manages to squeak, “T-Thanks!” Her voice sounds too timid, too high-pitched to be her own. But there’s no running away from this; not if she doesn’t want to embarrass herself any more than she has already.
“Ah... You too.”
He doesn’t need her to tell him that! Red’s moves are always good. What in the world is coming out of her mouth? Please. Somebody stop her.
Moon’s cheeks are burning. She turns away, hopefully so as to hide the look of extreme embarrassment on her face from Red as she’s facepalming at herself, mentally.
“I... I should help the exeggutor back up. E-Excuse me!”
Moon did text her about meeting her at the dock, right? Lillie double checks her message log on Rotom. The text is still there–no misreading here. She peers up towards the shore again, but she can’t make out any silhouette that resembles her friend. She’s panicking a little inside, even though she really doesn’t have to because, god, it’s Alola. Her home region. She’s not even sure what she’s so jittery about. Maybe it’s because she’s been away for so long, travelling from one region to the next in search for a cure. Is she afraid of the changes that quietly seeped through the once-familiar towns and beaches? Is she afraid of seeing Gladion again and realizing how much time the family has missed spending together after being shattered, again and again? Lillie’s grip on her hat tightens. She wants to put it on, hide from the world like she used to, but she’s determined to be different this time. Especially this time, when she’s coming back for the first time in five years. She can’t tell whether she’s puffing up her chest for herself, or whether she’s just proving a point to her close friends. She wants to show how she’s matured; wants to show to them that she’s caught up, at last. But what if they’ve moved on?
Heart in her throat, Moon prays for charizard to fly faster. Silently, of course. Her higher brain knows that the ride pokémon is already doing its best— all of the ride pokémon are always doing their best— and it’d be pointless and selfish for her to ask more of charizard than it is already giving. But, Moon’s lower brain can’t help but panic. Moon’s lower brain is freaking out. Because she’s going to be late. She’s going to be late to something she’s been oscillating between excitement and extreme nervousness for.
And the worst part is, she doesn’t even know why. Why her emotions have decided to take her on a trip in half a dozen unusual directions, that is. Of course, it’s good to see Lillie again, especially after all this time, but. For the life of her, Moon can’t understand anything of the other things she’s feeling. Not that she’s ever been very good at self-analysis.
But now, Moon can’t be surprised— because it’s Lillie. Especially because it’s Lillie, who she’d leapt through an Ultra Wormhole for. Lillie, who she’s known for years, who she hasn’t seen for years more. Lillie, who probably has a billion better, more interesting things to do than whatever dumb, utterly unplanned thing that Moon fails to stop herself from suggesting.
Really. Who invites someone out without a good plan in mind?
Moon has no right to be surprised. Clearly, Moon doesn’t tend to do much careful thinking where Lillie’s concerned.
Still, she tries. She wants to do the best that she can, and better. She wants to go above and beyond. Moon had spent weeks bent over books in Malie City’s library, looking for an idea good enough, before finally stumbling across mention of another of Alola’s ancient ruins. One that— after Moon clears her schedule for a day to personally visit and scope the place out— appears to have potential to be interesting enough to be worth Lillie’s time.
The Lake of the Moone is as mysterious to Moon as the Altar of the Sunne had once been, and still is. But it’s not the thought of stepping into the Alolan unknown that forces her stomach to turn somersaults. She and Lillie and Sun and Hau had traversed the wilds together, before— it’d been fun then, so why shouldn’t it be fun again, now? Moon wants none of this inexplicable anxiety business. Moon’s chest has no business feeling this tight.
Distantly, self-consciousness warms Moon’s cheeks. The coincident fact that she, of all people, is taking somebody to see the Lake of the Moone, isn’t lost on her. She hopes that it isn’t weird. She really hopes that it isn’t weird, because she does not, in fact, have a back up plan.
Charizard’s gradual swoops, lower and lower, and the pressure change popping in Moon’s ears, draws her out of her thoughts. They’re low enough now that she can make out individual boats approaching to dock at Malie Pier.
When they land, Moon checks the time; she’s... not late after all. Which is a relief. She only wishes her still-thundering pulse had gotten the message. Sliding off charizard’s back, Moon pets its neck in thanks, offering it a handful of beans before it takes off again.
Then, Moon is left alone.
Turning to join the crowd gathered to welcome the ship’s passengers onto land, Moon feels like she’s swallowed bubbles for breakfast. As she peers past the crowd, squints, and spots a familiar head of blonde hair making its way off the gangplank, Moon’s stomach feels like it’s training for a professional career in acrobatics.
She swallows hard. Takes a deep breath, before gathering herself up on tiptoes.
Hat in hand, Moon waves, hoping Lillie’ll spot the shock of red and make her way over.
hi! rens here. i just wanted to apologise for my lack of activity (especially to the people who're waiting on replies from me; i am so sorry orz). between moving to the UK and starting university, i haven’t had too much time to get to replies, but hopefully i’ll be able to find time to write again very soon. no rush at all to the people i’m waiting on; this is just for my frame of mind!
Sun’s abroad travels weren’t much of a secret anymore to anyone who knew him — yet he wasn’t one to disclose the actual truth to many of them. Some of the very selected few he entrusted with the secret was Moon. He viewed her as his best friend, so it wasn’t a surprise for him when he told her his secret and let her be in charge as his standby as Alola’s Champion.
So while he was out in other regions, searching for something he’d lost, Moon was in charge for the time being until his visits back home. While he knew she appreciated the work to do, especially since she was struggling like him, Sun always felt a little bad about doing so — he would sometimes think he forced the duty onto her. Thankfully that wasn’t the case when reassured by her during conversations.
And because Moon was his best friend, she was the second person he had rung up when informing he was done for the time being and coming back home.
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One moment, Moon’s watching Sun from afar. The next thing she knows, she’s being engulfed in a hug.
She startles, surprised, but the hug isn’t at all unwelcome; he’d only done what Moon herself had wanted to do. It doesn’t last long— not long enough to make Moon uncomfortable, certainly, not that hugs from Sun ever really make her uncomfortable. He’s her best friend, after all.
Besides, the train of embarrassing public displays of affection had already left the station; and who cares, really, if everyone else around them is doing the same? As Sun pulls away, Moon throws her arms around him again, squeezing gently. She’s missed him so much.
“It’s so good to have you back,” she says, somewhat into his shoulder, and though he can’t see it, earnestness shines in her eyes. Then, playfulness. “Alola’s missed its Champion. Or, I have.”
Pulling away, Moon toes the boardwalk, suddenly shy again. Boldness, she finds, is fleeting.
“How was Johto? Or, is it Kalos?” She feels bad. Sun’s her best friend; Moon should know where it is Sun’s been. Or at least, she should’ve asked sooner. Knowing him, it could’ve been either or both regions. Knowing him, she could be wrong, totally.
It’s been a long time— years and years, maybe half a decade, really— since Moon’s actually been properly scared of wild pokémon; pokémon that randomly ambush trainers on the road type wild. Well, not quite. Moon’s never actually been scared of wild pokémon, not in the same way Lillie used to be. Even as a beginner trainer just starting out, Moon’s always carried herself with a relative certainty that nothing— nothing that lives in the tall grass, anyway— could seriously hurt her or her team.
As standby Champion, Moon feels like she should have even less to fear. There’s very little that lives in the Alolan wild, bar the tapus and deities themselves, that gives Moon too much pause for thought. Most of Moon’s pokémon, even Saiph, currently the weakest of her battle-oriented team, can handle pokémon ten levels or so below it.
So, simply exploring the Ruins of Hope and the Poni Breaker Coast beyond it isn’t even close to most dangerous thing Moon’s ever done. So, feeling a spritz of water hitting her back, soaking through the fabric of her shirt and dribbling down, starts out as only a smallish irritation. Turning around, Moon faces her challenger.
Wild dragalge should not pose a serious threat. They don’t pose a serious threat. Moon’s even comfortable enough to send out Polaris to deal with it. Her first partner, her strongest pokémon, Polaris will have little issue tanking whatever the dragalge throws at it. Moon only holds her breath out of habit, but sludge bomb doesn’t do much damage. Polaris shakes the goop off of its feathers, fairly unscathed.
“Leaf blade,” Moon orders, and Polaris rushes forward, just as the dragalge’s tail shines purple and bolts up—
The attack lands. The dragalge shrieks once in indignation, once more weakly, before it faints. Everything is as it should be. Hand on Polaris’ pokéball, she’s about to recall it before the decidueye limps forward, holding its wing at an awkward angle to show Moon a nasty looking, purpleish gash where poison tail had struck. Doleful, Polaris chitters, beginning to look decidedly unwell. Reaching up, Moon presses the back of her hand against the side of Polaris’ face.
Poisoned. Damn. Moon cringes; she’d been hoping they’d get lucky enough to avoid the status effect. But it’ll be fine, soon enough; poison is easily remedied, and Moon has antidotes in her bag...
She does have antidotes in her bag, doesn’t she?
Plunged into her bag, Moon’s fingers land on air. No antidotes to be found; no pecha berries, either. She finds a bottle or two of regular potion, which she uses to treat Polaris’ overall HP and wound, but it doesn’t do much. Polaris needs something to counteract the poison, and preferably something better than the actual nothing Moon has on her to help its wing.
This is dumb. Moon is really, seriously hitting herself, mentally, because this is actually so, so dumb. It’s a rookie mistake. What kind of trainer does Moon think she is, running out of healing items in the field. Running out of antidotes, for that matter, when her team’s lead is a grass type, more susceptible to poison type attacks than most?
Polaris looks queasy and a little ill, but far from the verge of fainting thanks to the few potions Moon had scavenged. But, with consciousness comes suffering, she supposes...
Moon, already on edge, tenses at the sound of footsteps approaching behind her.
Electric nets the sky, catching wing after wing, taking out about half of the flock with the ease that’s expected. The pikipekdrop drop the quickest; some of the trumbeaks, losing height in their flight but managing to keep up, decide to join their previous evolutions than to try and get away from the danger.
A few flop over the body of the exeggutor, whose wide leafs rustle, but still seem largely unsure of what to do.
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Moon squints up at the sky. That’s about... Half the flock. Pyxis’ discharge manages to take out a few trumbeak, too, though it’s mostly raining pikipek— so, not bad, overall. Wincing slightly as the pokémon land with a thud, Moon’s never been so glad for the bushes there to catch their fall. She hopes they’ll recover without too much trouble; the idea had been to only incapacitate temporarily, not permanently. Hence, opting to use discharge over a more heavy-hitting move.
At any rate, the move pays off— kind of. Echoed voice doesn’t peter out totally, though its volume decreases significantly. That’s definitely a step in the right direction. Arm outstretched, a little apologetic, Moon’s about to order another round of electricity when the rumble of the very earth beneath her draws her attention.
In the tall grass behind her, pokémon are taking to the hills— yungoos, stufful, and pikipek, mostly. Moon herself whips around, shocked. Eyes wide, her arm falls limp at her side.
It’s not every day one sees a snorlax running— or, is it jogging? She’s not quite sure what to call it, much less make of it. Moon’s watched more taped recordings of Red’s battles than she’d care to admit, quite a number of them featuring his snorlax, too; enough to know a snorlax fights, and what to expect. But she’s still not quite sure what to make of the odd pat-down dance that Red’s pokémon is doing, either. Not until she finally notices the tiny pink thing that the snorlax is trying to combat, clambering all over its massive form.
... Is that a stufful?
... ... What???
Frowning, Moon has to force herself to rip her eyes from the bizarre scene and turn away, shaking her head and slapping her cheeks a few times for good measure. Focus. Focus!
The plan is simple, uncomplicated. She’ll deal with the remaining flying types first; at least, all those still causing a ruckus. Then, she’ll handle the pokémon on the ground: yungoos, gumshoos, stufful, a few pikipek. With any luck, she’ll be able to keep the panicking, bystander pokémon distracted enough to keep them from interfering with Red’s snorlax as it does— whatever it needs to do. Helping the flailing exeggutor will be easier without pokémon flopping all over it, too.
“Discharge, again.” Beside her, Pyxis squeaks in acknowledgement and soars into the air on its tail, filling the sky with electricity once more. Most of the remaining flying types seize, and fall into the bushes below. Pyxis’ cheeks, sparking again, scares the rest off.
It’s probably telling that Moon needs more to fill her life with, when Sun coming back feels like the best news she’s heard in weeks. Not that she’s lacking things to do— Moon has her hands full, just training her pokémon and busying herself with League drudgery.
Champion work is very much the same, day after day. Moon doesn’t get all too many challengers— which is extremely fortunate, in her opinion. Challengers talented enough to make it to Mt. Lanakila, talented enough to beat all four of Alola’s elite, deserve to face the region’s real Champion, not his standby. And paperwork is— well, just paperwork. As per her agreement with Sun, Moon only handles matters of lesser importance, unless in times of crises: administrative cases regarding non-urgent domestic issues; deciding which cases need to be labelled ‘special exception’ and expedited, forwarded to Sun himself.
Not that Moon minds the work. She doesn’t. At all. She’s thankful for it, in fact; Moon doesn’t know what she’d do without it. It’s just... A little monotonous, is all. And anything that breaks that monotony is reason enough to celebrate.
Well. Not anything. But Moon doesn’t see her friends much anymore, what with Hau busy with Kahuna training, and Lillie and Gladion busy with what must surely be Very Important Business, whatever form that takes, and Sun almost always travelling abroad...
It’s just nice to be able to see her friend again.
They agree to meet at Hau’oli City’s ferry terminal for convenience’s sake. Or, not quite for convenience’s sake, because it’s about a half day’s flight on ride-Charizard’s back for Moon to make it from Ula’ula Island to Melemele. But, this way, Sun will get to stop off at his house. Wherever it is that he’s returning from must be miles away, and recuperating from the journey there makes more sense than recovering at the League. Melemele’s more sentimental too, Moon supposes. More homey.
When the day comes finally, Moon’s long ready to leave her house by noon; she’s at the pier by half past, and waits half an hour more for the ferry to pull in. It takes a little while to spot him, in between all the people and pokémon crowded against the ferry’s railing, but she does— eventually.
She’s already waited this long; she has no qualms about waiting a few minutes more. Moon rocks back on the balls of her feet, trying her best not to be embarrassing, to hold in her excitement until she sees Sun stepping off the gangplank, a shy smile already tugging at the corners of her lips, threatening to grow wider as she waves at him. Hopefully he’ll spot her in amongst the crowd.
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