Post by noose on Oct 19, 2010 14:39:52 GMT -5
Riley Grey O'Connell
and i'm high enough from all the waiting
and i'm high enough from all the waiting
The chronic rain poured relentlessly; interminable droplets plunging to the world below. They were pattering off the limitless contents of the labyrinth-like forest. Bouncing atop leaves, clinging to tree bark, pooling upon dirt and grasses, and sliding against rock surfaces. The liquid had made the foliage more vibrant in color; hues ranging from red to gold littered the canopy above. The force of the rain would occasionally pull a stray leaf to flutter down to the ground, joining its fallen brethren. They’d weld and clump together with mud and form a blanket of wet, decaying brown.
The terrain was slippery and the batch of fog that hugged the woodlands made the hike difficult. However the Erufuun Pokémorph refused to yield to the elements. She’d cautiously jab the heels of her boots in the muck, sustaining a sense of balance before wrenching her footwear free to repeat the process. The trek was slow and physically taxing, nonetheless the strange little lass enjoyed the experience. It felt good, the ache in leg muscles, and for her breath to pull roughly from her nostrils: it felt like she was accomplishing something.
Riley had earlier fled from the safety of the path, curious to explore the confines of the forest. A set of callused fingers would dig into the flesh of trees and would glide over plate life. Her other hand continued to hold open her umbrella - which had the terrible habit to snag on random branches. But the patient blond would wiggle the thing free and pick up her journey across a maze of tree roots.
A frequent giggle would escape her lips, expressing her delight over the experience. It was all so wonderful: the thick smells, the sensations, even the taste of the air made her ecstatic.
<Oh would you hurry up?>, a curt voice spoke over the batters of rain. It belonged to a drenched and aggravated Tyrogue, who shot a glare back at his mistress. <Of course I have to be partnered up with a slow poke like you.> he added, gaze wandering up into the grey cloudy sky as if he were conversing with a higher power.
He was standing several feet in front of his new trainer.
"I like walking at this pace." Riley resorted. It was true, she was a creature who usually took her time so she could bathe in the scenery.
<I'm wet.> Grenade growled, gesturing to his own figure as if the blond had been blind up till this point.
"And I offered you to walk next to me. Under the protection of my umbrella.", she cooed just before jumping off an extended root and landing in a pile of soggy leaves.
<It has flowers on it! Warriors don't use things with floral print on them!> The fighting type pointed at said girly object. If he could have disintegrated it with a stare, he would have done so already.
"Then I hate it for you, warrior." Riley said, her tone light as if not trying to sound too teasing.
The baby Pokémon sighed, turned his figure, and continued to lead them both through the woods.