Her feebas would not evolve. No matter what Cynthia tried the pokemon would simply not evolve into a milotic. She was doing something wrong, that was much was certain. But what?
Perhaps it was an issue with her as a trainer, perhaps it was the nature of the pokemon or perhaps it was the requirements of the evolution itself. Cynthia did not think she simply lacked an understanding of beauty, she had an appreciation for many beautiful things. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something.
In her desperation she had attended several contests to gauge what their participants did differently. She had always thought of her battle style as somewhat elegant, yet the type of battling she had observed during her contest escapades only served to prove how... efficient her methods could be. There was a sense of dignity to the a well informed dracometeor-your-way-to-victory approach yet it was not certainly beautiful.
The longer she stressed over it the more process began to feel vapid and soul-less. Of course feebas was beautiful in her own way! She was a tough little pokemon with a lovable personality. Yet that clearly was not enough.
Either way the whole ordeal was beginning to prove rather... embarrassing... Embarrassing enough to travel far and wide to find a solution.
Cynthia had almost given up home when an acquaintance suggested she go visit Wallace. “No one else around could help you better” they had informed her with the utmost confidence.
Yet as Cynthia stepped into the peculiar building within the walls of Sootopolis City she could not help but feel a slight sense of apprehension. It had been a trial enough to find the place and she was concerned on behalf of her pokemon for what lay in wait. Not only that, but the thought of needing assistance training her own pokemon was somewhat of a blow to her pride.
“I do beg your pardon,” she addressed the young receptionist at the front. “My name is Cynthia, I believe I spoke to you on the phone earlier? I am looking to meet with Mr. Wallace...”
