[h1][color=2e8b57]Isla Gill[/color][/h1][sub][hr][color=2e8b57]Location:[/color] Route 1
[color=2e8b57]Mentions:[/color] N/A[/sub]

Isla stopped along the path, taking a few steps off to one side as leaves crunched under her shoes. She could hear the whole of the forest, it seemed, the birds in the distance, the wind through the branches, the movement of everything green and moving and just [i]alive[/i] in that distance. All the sounds of the city had faded far, far away with only a few noises of people able to be picked away. The squeal of fishing with lines being drawn back in, the whip of rods as lines were cast, chatter of people snuck out between the whistle of wind here and there. It was…nice. It was so different compared to home, the hot wind off the sea wasn't there, but it was nice.

She breathed in and out, nice and deep, before finally looking about. The sign there was interesting; clearly there had been issues in the past with new trainers getting lost deeper in the forest, though whether that was due to them actually getting lost or Pokémon attacks she was unsure. Isla's eyes rested On the bike for a spell, the…newness of it, how many little details screamed out how it hadn’t been bought in its present state. Someone had definitely wanted a bike that went off road and worked to make it work. Interesting.

Crouching down, Isla drew out her sketchbook and quickly set to work. It was rough, true, but then again it was just a sketch. Little things to remind and maybe make into something more, that's all there was to it, though…the bike was a nice little challenge out of the norm. Pencil flew across the page at the movement of it, quick and simple and easy. Closing it and putting the little tome away, Isla considered what she might want to do next.

She could keep on into the Winding Wood, and to that dig site, but…well, there was something just nice about the path and area. It wasn't something Isla wanted to leave so quickly to be put simply. Breathing deep and enjoying the clean air, she fished out that small bag of jerky, kept crouched, and tossed a piece further into the grass. Eyes peeled and ears open for anything new and strange there, Isla waited, stock-still.

[hr][hider=Pokémon | Inventory][color=2e8b57]Pokémon:[/color][list][*] Dancing | Eevee | Level 5 | Anticipation | Pokéball
Tackle, Tail Whip, Covet, Growl, Helping Hand, Sand Attack, Wish
[/list][color=2e8b57]Inventory:[/color] 3000p[list]
5 x Pokéball
3 x Potion
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