[h1][color=2e8b57]Isla Gill[/color][/h1][sub][hr][color=2e8b57]Location:[/color] Pines End
[color=2e8b57]Mentions:[/color] [@Pyromania99][/sub]

Isla took a moment, enjoying the quiet and peace that just sort of seemed to resonate from…[i]everything[/i], really. The cool enough breeze through the plains, the turbines in the distance, wind over the fields passing by in great, shimmering waves, almost like waves…the motion of it almost reminded the young girl of home. The wind whistled as it ran through the trees before passing through the fields, a slow, long sound. She closed her eyes, breathing in slowly to match the sounds of the field.

It was…nice. Calm. Slow. It wasn't the city, bustling about in teeming crowds, the noises of the street everywhere. It wasn't the forest, where she seemed to have to always keep an eye out for things here and there. It was just…nice. Calm. It was like home had got up and moved out into the countryside, bringing along with it the very waves. Isla could only see a few people in the distance, down the little road, some people and some Pokémon, and they seemed relaxed enough too.

The only intrusion to the quietness seemed to be a hotel, plopped down among the low ceiling houses and smaller shops. It seemed new enough, vaguely followed some of the same designs, true, some of the same roof shapes here and there but she could see it was clearly newer than the others. The other houses were weathered, well-worn, built to last and all the other adages that could be applied to those smaller places, but the hotel…the paint was new, not yet quite discolored. It almost didn't fit, really, but she couldn't blame it for that. You couldn't build age into a house, Isla thought with the smallest inward smile, but at least there was an effort there to not stand out too far.

In a further little distance she could see what looked to be an older structure. Set against the tree line, the wooden building was a bit smaller than the hotel and…just seemed removed, out of time. A dirt road let up to it, lines with wooden totems, figures of Pokémon, and the whole of the place just sort of clicked something in Isla. It intrigued her, talked about stories where those stories were written back in those centuries past, much unlike that museum from before. It was just…interesting in so many ways, and for a brief moment Isla wanted to see what was inside, talk to the caretakers of the place, something, [i]anything[/i].

Next to the building, on that dirt path, she could see someone who, honestly, Isla hadn't been expecting to see so soon. It took a moment for her to realize who it was in that distance, against that darker lighting, built it [i]was[/i] Camila. Well, that was just…interesting. What had she found? What had she done? What was she going to do? Isla had a handful of questions she suddenly wanted to ask, to catch up in one way or another, and yet…she could see another figure walking back around that shrine, brisk enough that there had to be some sort of story. Was it closed? She wasn't quite sure. Did people, normal people, just go around that way? Isla [i]really[/i] wasn't sure about that.

Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the aspiring curiosities of a newfound friend. Of course, he had been awake during the whole trip over, eyes open wide while smelling the world, but now found it to be the perfect time. Using Isla as a springboard, and with far less warning, he turned before leaping directly over a fence and into the tall grass. Isla just sort of watched, smiling just a moment at the sight. The tip of his tail, held up as almost a flag, betrayed the fox one way or another.

"Swiper, get out from there."

"Niiii," the grass responded, tail holding still for a moment before he bounded left, right, left, right. 

Isla watched, standing there off to the side of the road, smile still there. He had to eventually run out of space, didn't he? Surely it was so. No Pokémon just had unlimited motion, just screaming about at full throttle. She made a mental note: Let Swiper tire himself out before getting him on the shoulder. He had to have just been storing up all that energy on the walk over. A nose poked out from the grass and between the fence posts, to which she leaned down to boop on the end, and zip! It recoiled back like a spring. Again, it slowly poked out a post over, closer to her leg, and she tried to boop him again. The nose zoomed back among the grass.

Straightening back up to declare in a sing-song voice, Isla went,  "Well, I suppose we'll have to eat all these snacks by ourselves, won't we, Dancing." A step away from the fence and another ready down the street, the little Eevee on her shoulder yawning awake at the word to look expectantly around for the proclaimed gold, and Isla watched the fence posts. A little shape darted out between them, and maybe even under them a bit, to slam with full weight against Isla's leg; well, that helped enough. She drew out the little bar from before as Swiper weaved between her legs, walking along to break off a piece for Dancing and another for the offending villain. The smile kept on, though. Isla couldn't stay annoyed at such cuteness.

Walking up, dirt soon under her shoes on the way up to the shrine, Isla waved to Camila as she approached. "Hey! How's it going?"

[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
[*] Swiper | Nickit | Level 7 | Runaway | Pokéball
Quick Attack, Tail Whip, Beat Up
[/list][color=2e8b57]Inventory:[/color] 4000p[list]4 x Pokéball
3 x Potion
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