@futureconnection // starter !
Ingo didn’t get many chances to go to the beach.
Stationed deep within the Coronet Highlands, living amongst the Pearl Clan in the Alabaster Icelands...that much obvious to anyone from Hisui, really. No beaches to be found anywhere within those areas, unless you really just wanted to freeze over taking a dip towards the edges of the Icelands...
Well. Sometimes, just sometimes, he could find himself standing on the shores of Prelude Beach after a day of assisting Zisu with battles at the training field; wondering where in the world he came from.
This beach was very different though. No piers, no boat docks; just sand and water, as far as the eye could see. Not even a single wild Pokémon skimming along the surface of the water, something he still found himself needing to grow used to.
...quiet. Something he was used to, even if it was a different quiet from on the mountains.
Even if it was interrupted by the trill of a Pikachu behind him, prompting him to shift his eyes over to the person who’s shoulder the Pokémon sat on.
“Ah, good evening! And good evening to your Pikachu as well.”
