Whitney noticed that her Pokémon attracted lot of attention. That itself was not new as her team was quite popular, but those people (and those who were not people) did not go screaming how cute they were. [i]It’s almost like they’ve never seen a Pokémon before. No, that’s impossible, absolutely impossible. They’re just astonished by cuteness of my darlings. Yes, that’s how it gotta be.[/i]

Whitney wondered if she should follow those who went to explore. It sounded dangerous, really dangerous but on the other hand about every single strong-looking person was going. That person who has introduced herself as servant had even said to the fiery person that it would be safer. [i]How about the pink-haired girl. She hasn’t gone, yet at least.[/i] Whitney had no clue about what she was going to do. The pink-haired girl was the only one Whitney dared to trust. She might be a little mean, but she had pink hair. In Whitney’s book that meant that she could not be a bad person.

“Um, what you’re about to do?” Whitney asked her.