[center][color=indianred][h3]Shanae Eller[/h3][/color]
— Atana Mountain Range —[/center]
“Arrron,” Turris said, headbutting his trainer softly on the leg. “Ron, Aron.”


Shanae’s eyes softened as she leaned down to her Pokemon, her fingers smoothing over the steel-type’s cool and shiny exterior. 


Turris had always been a little too heavy for her to pick up and carry around. Sure she’d only ever picked up Ebon once—after a particularly nasty battle—and she’d never tried lifting her hardy Trapinch either for lack of need due to the Pokemon’s natural ability to bounce back from any sort of injuries with a smile, Shanae realized that her Aron was the only Pokemon that she truly couldn’t pick up. 


[hr]Shanae (HHG): 22+1
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