When matters concern Wallace he always takes the utmost care in arrangements for his friend. He picks out an exciting location for the both of them to experience together and just knows he will love what he has planned. Snowbelle City has its perks and an ice rink proves to be of interest just outside the city’s limits. He keeps this a surprise and only tells Wallace to dress warm and hopes he heeds his warning as he arrives early. He is thankful for his own precautions.
He’s dressed appropriately for the occasion, he decides as the first bite of cold threatens him. He tucks his nose down into a blue scarf set atop a white military jacket and shoves gloved fingers into their deep pockets. It’s enough to keep him from shivering outright at the harsh change of weather as he searches for Wallace among those gathered around the rink. Had he arrived early too or was he going to be made to wait?
The chef doesn’t have to wait long before he spies Wallace’s arrival. It’s as eloquent as the man himself and he finds his lips press into the smallest of smiles at the sight of something familiar. Something trusted. He hides it in the confines of his scarf, tugs it further up over his mouth and makes his approach. Long poised strides carry him over towards the other who has undoubtedly noticed him by then.
“Wallace,” he greets, lifting his head out of his scarf to further announce himself in his approach. “It’s been a long time. I trust you traveled well?” He hopes that that is the case, that the weather wasn’t too much for him and that he has been as well as he seems when they call one another.
The first flecks of snow start to fall from an overcast sky and draw the elite’s attention away from his friend for the moment. Was Wulfric up to something again at his gym or was this the results of something natural? He tries not to think about it too much or what it will do to his hair and focus again on his friend.
“I do hope you’re ready to ice skate, mon ami.” He wants to know if he’s chosen well, but his tone implies a challenge. Ice skating couldn’t be that hard of a feat, after all.
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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...”
