Post by Emery on Feb 11, 2010 10:49:48 GMT -5
Light filtered gently through the forest canopy, bathing Brendan's feet in a yellow glow. He stared resolutely at the path beneath him. There was no way he was going to get lost on his way back from the lab. He would have no more pointless wandering through the underbrush. He was just going to keep his eyes on that trail, and that was tha--
Brendan ducked as he felt wing beats over his head. Some dratted bird-thing had clearly just tried to attack him. He wheeled about, unconciously dropping a hand to the only occupied PokeBall on his belt, but the perpertrating Flying-type was gone. That was the thing he hated about birds: they could just drop in on you from above, and in his experience they often did.
But he wasn't alone against them anymore, was he? The young man pulled his PokeBall out and a red beam shot from it. His Pokemon was standing in front of him. The little Chikorita gazed up, her head leaf swaying gently from side to side. Brendan knelt down with a grin.
"Heya, kiddo. I'm Brendan. I'm your trainer now." He held a hand out, palm up, and she patted it curiously with a vine, murmuring to herself. Chi chi. Ko. The human reached out slowly to stroke her back once, and mused, "S'pose you need a name yourself, huh?"
He rocked back on his heels. "How 'bout something flowery? Rose?" He shook his head. That was too unorigional. Not Tulip, not Daisy, not Lily. He racked his head. What other flowers did he know of? Then he thought of the perfect one. "Azalea! That's your name. Azalea."
"Gah!"
Brendan ducked as he felt wing beats over his head. Some dratted bird-thing had clearly just tried to attack him. He wheeled about, unconciously dropping a hand to the only occupied PokeBall on his belt, but the perpertrating Flying-type was gone. That was the thing he hated about birds: they could just drop in on you from above, and in his experience they often did.
But he wasn't alone against them anymore, was he? The young man pulled his PokeBall out and a red beam shot from it. His Pokemon was standing in front of him. The little Chikorita gazed up, her head leaf swaying gently from side to side. Brendan knelt down with a grin.
"Heya, kiddo. I'm Brendan. I'm your trainer now." He held a hand out, palm up, and she patted it curiously with a vine, murmuring to herself. Chi chi. Ko. The human reached out slowly to stroke her back once, and mused, "S'pose you need a name yourself, huh?"
He rocked back on his heels. "How 'bout something flowery? Rose?" He shook his head. That was too unorigional. Not Tulip, not Daisy, not Lily. He racked his head. What other flowers did he know of? Then he thought of the perfect one. "Azalea! That's your name. Azalea."