M A Y F L O W E R

Hey there! The name is May, May Birch. Pleased to meetcha!

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May, it's so good to see you doing so well.

"Ah, Mister Norman!" May grinned at the man and clasped her hands behind her back. "Mhmm! What about you? Have you heard from Brendan yet? I think he's back around this area."

[shineslikeplatinum]

The first time Dawn had trekked through the snow-covered fields of Route 216 had undoubtedly been the most difficult. She’d been younger then, less experienced. On top of that was the pressure she felt to reach Lake Acuity. Needless to say, her journey down the snowy slopes and through the cold winds had been unpleasant. These are the things she remembers as she sits, cozily cooped up in a corner of the Snowbound Lodge, a rest house located at the end of Mount Coronet’s slope, hands wrapped around a cup of steaming tea.

It’s not so bad this time ‘round, she muses to herself contentedly, blowing away some steam before taking a small sip. She’s stronger now, equipped with proper snow-boots (which are pink, just like her old ones), and a thicker red coat. The trip to Snowpoint City this time would be easy as pie. 

She turned her head to look out the window, simply for the sake of having something to look at. The sign outside the door should be taken literally when it reads “Snowbound Lodge, A warm bed and little else.” No paintings, no ornate furniture, just tiny window with a picturesque view of the falling snow. Although, there was something else that caught Dawn’s eye, a person wrapped up in a big, blue coat, trudging their way through the snow. A curious sight, Dawn thought, blinking at the figure.

It seemed that she’d be having some company soon.

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May tugged her beanie down her head further as she stumbled through the snow towards the lodge. She'd somehow managed to slip down a slope doing down the ledges of the snowy Mt. Coronet and rip open her stockings, leaving her bloody, bruised and annoyed. Which was about the same as before, but simply on a larger scale.

The girl sighed happily as she got through the door, quickly slamming it shut behind her in order to keep the warmth inside. May heaved herself against the door and sighed as the warm fire inside the lodge began to defrost her tired bones. There was nothing better than heat, in May's opinion. Whether it was the warm sun, a cozy fire, or the hot springs of Lavaridge.

As May began to pull her outer clothes off, she surveyed the lodge. Inside were few people. The owners, a few snowboarders, and a girl who was the closest to the fire. May smiled and headed closer.

"I would say that this is crazy weather, but you're probably used to it," she joked as she sunk into a cosy armchair across from the other girl.

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It was sad that Brendan couldn't remember the last time he’d visited Littleroot. 

In fact, it was a bit embarrassing to admit that he almost felt foreign to his own  hometown — after the start of his journey, he never had the desire to return home. He’d left for a reason, after all.

 What if no one remembered him? No; worse — what if everyone hated him? He groaned to himself, tugging his hat further down his head with a conflicted expression as he stood at the border of his hometown, staring down at the grass as if the ground would crumble should he dare to put a step forward. 

When was the last time he had called his mom? Maybe she’d given up on him by now. Maybe his dad had somehow influenced her to turn against her own son. Maybe she wasn’t even there for him any more — no, this pattern of thinking had to stop. This was his home, dammit!

Brendan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply; slowly — he collected his thoughts before confidently stepping forward into Littleroot, instinctively heading towards his house without vision, because, well. He figured no one would be out at this hour, wandering about with a dream of becoming a travelling professor, right? Right.

“Oof!”

Wrong. He stumbled back, rubbing at his nose as he snapped open his eyes — just his luck, he comes back to be caught walking around blindly like an idiot by crashing into no one other than —

“… May?!”

“Uh… I… crap. I’m not really here right now, okay? Just… um. Pretend you didn’t see me. Make something up — you’re going crazy! That’s it. You’re just going crazy. Aha. Ha.”

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May hummed contently as she wandered outside the laboratory. To her, there really was little that was better than fresh air. Of course, she usually preferred early morning or afternoons to night time, but seeing the stars in the sky was a nice change. It reminded her of travelling throughout the Hoenn region, gaining badges.

She missed it. She missed a lot of things.

But that was ages ago. Ages ago in a trainers life, that is. She didn't have time to think about the past anymore.

She groaned to herself as she spun around, about to go back inside when she bumped into somebody.

"Hey! Watch where you're goi- oh."

She stared dumbfounded at Brendan who was stumbling over her words. How long had it been since she'd last seen him? Months, at the very least. It felt strange to see him again, but not unpleasant.

"Is there a reason you aren't here, Brendan?" She asked with a sly smile on her face.

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May huffed and growled at the report on her desk. It had taken her five years to finally get her own desk at her father's laboratory, and now it was conspiring against her with the pens and paper. 

It was just such a hassle to write the habitat reports! Ever since she turned fifteen, her father had assigned the weekly Route reports to her. It was pretty explanatory: go to the assigned Route in Hoenn, observe, write report.

But May hated reports. With a vengeance. 

She sighed and stood up, temporarily abandoning her desk to walk outside for some fresh air. The breeze of Littleroot brushed past her and she moaned happily. If only she could just be a travelling professor...

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May sighed to herself as she hauled herself down another snowy ledge. The cold wind whipped around the Hoenn native trainer and made her shiver, half in general coldness, half in irritation. She didn't get angry often, but this weather was really threatening that particular trait of hers.

"Why oh why did dad feel the need to study the mature female Abomasnow during hibernation season?" She groaned into the snow storm. Her scarf fluttered around her erratically as she trudged through the snow.

Her usual casual summer outfit had been angrily replaced with a decidedly ugly beanie with equally as ugly ear flaps, a white scarf that annoyed the hell out of her a large blue winter coat that restricted her movement like crazy, stockings that provided very little warmth, and boots that clunked with every step she took.

That is to say, May wasn't entirely happy at the current moment. 

She took a moment to pause and look around on the current level. Nope. No Abomasnows here either. She knew she should probably be actually searching for them, instead of just looking around and shrugging her shoulders, but dammit it was cold. May just wasn't mentally equipped to deal with the cold.

With one final huff, she gave up for the day and started to head back to the warm, inviting rest house.

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Giselle blinks at the unfamiliar face and smooths out her shirt before approaching her. "Hi there, you must be new her. It's nice to meet you, my name's Giselle." (smiles)

May blinked as the girl approached her before smiling brightly, "hello! My name is May, from Hoenn." She paused and bit her lip. "Giselle is such a pretty name! I've never heard it before. Where are you from?"

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Riolu looked up at the girl in front of him, interested in who she'd might be. "Hello, who are you?" He squeaked.

May leant down and cooed at the small Pokémon, "ah! My name is May." She murmured as she crouched down to the Riolu's level. "What's your name?"

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

May hummed and worried her lower lip in thought. "Uhm, I guess it would have to be my bandanna? My dad gave it to me when I was a kid, so it's pretty special to me!"