[b][u][color=f49ac2][h3][center]~Melody Hemlock~[/center][/h3][/color][/u][/b]
On second thought… maybe Melody didn’t want a Pidgey after all.

She’d certainly [i]thought[/i] she’d wanted one. Pidgeys were cute, after all! But…

You see, here’s the thing. Melody was born and raised in Goldenrod City, where all the Pidgeys were fat, mostly docile, and fairly domesticated. And even then, her mother had been of the opinion that most wild Pokemon were horrible, disgusting creatures-- Melody, therefore, had not had much exposure to the spry, battle-scarred and rather smelly Pidgeys of the wild.

Yeah, maybe she didn't want a Pidgey of her own after all.

The first angry-looking Pidgey to glare menacingly at her was promptly zapped with a Thunder Wave by Tesla, who had not been pleased to be awoken from his nap by the flying-type's cawing. It had then proceeded to tackle the unfortunate paralyzed Pokemon until the poor thing was clearly unconscious.

So Tesla had a bit of a vicious streak when grumpy about being roused from a particularly good nap. Well, then.

The walk had been fairly pleasant so far, actually. They'd been trekking along mostly in silence, so Melody had ended up falling into step with Abigail (obviously). As they walked, Melody found herself daydreaming about her conversation with Abigail after they'd left the lab. 

[i]'I'll watch your back and you'll watch mine'?[/i] Melody giggled to herself softly. Whether Abigail liked it or not... that [i]did[/i] make them a team! And of course she'd be watching Abigail's back!

[color=662d91]"Alright, so where are we going?"[/color] said Abigail suddenly, breaking the silence. [color=662d91]"I say we go north. Blackthorn would be a good first stop."[/color]

Blackthorn, huh? Well, if Abigail wanted to go to Blackthorn first, then Melody wanted to be there as well!

[color=f49ac2]“If we’re voting on this,” she said, “Then I’ll throw my vote in for Blackthorn, too.”[/color] She smiled, a little embarrassed, and tried to pretend like she had some reason for wanting to go to Blackthorn that wasn’t [i]‘because Abigail wants to be there’[/i]. [color=f49ac2]“I, uh… I want to catch a—”[/color] Think, think! What could she catch on the way to Blackthorn? Wait, there was a cave, right?[color=f49ac2] “—a Zubat.”[/color]

She resisted the urge to hide her face in her hands. Her mother had always told her that lying wasn’t very lady-like, but when a lady [i]did[/i] lie… well, she had to be convincing, right?

Still, a Zubat? Oh, gosh… what was Abigail going to think? A Zubat was even less lady-like than a Pidgey!

She bit her lip, and looked down at her hands.[color=f49ac2] “I think Crobat’s pretty cool,”[/color] she tried, blushing bright pink.

Abigail was going to think she was so [i]weird.[/i] And— she was actually going to have to try and catch a Zubat now, wasn’t she?

A Pidgey fluttered by, and Tesla —who’d been ambling a little bit ahead of them— zapped it with a very enthusiastic Thunder Wave. Then he started trying to knock it unconscious with a few energetic tackles, yet again. Melody stared: had her Mareep suddenly developed an intense hatred for Pidgeys? Was he holding a grudge from after that first Pidgey woke him up from his nap?

Well, it certainly had taste. Those things were [i]awful.[/i] And, well, she wasn’t complaining: this way it would get stronger, right?