Keoni filtered off the ship along with the rest of the queue. More than a few people needed to travel between Mossdeep and Lilycove on a regular basis, it seemed, and the process of getting to the immigration booth took longer than he expected. The attendant was an older, dumpy woman who reminded him of an overweight Persian. "Name and License please?" She asked, in a surprisingly high-pitched voice.

"Keoni Mahiki," he answered, handing over the card. 

She scrutinised it for a moment. "Three pokemon?" He nodded. "Please present them for inspection at the Centre after retrieving your luggage but before leaving the terminal." The card got sent through a machine, which took just long enough to register his details that Keoni got a little nervous. "Alola?" He agreed. "Enjoy your stay."

The luggage seemed to already be on rotation by the time he got there with a trolley. Not that he'd packed heavily, but he wasn't lugging a flygon saddle around without some assistance. The locals seemed to have their pokemon running around. He'd already seen one of their ninetales; it was definitely yellow, just like Asuna had said. Other, smaller pokemon ran or flew freely, giving the otherwise clinical building a wild air. He made his way to the pokemon centre, where he was greeted by a pink-haired nurse.

"Good morning, sir!" She smiled brightly. "Please release your pokemon for inspection!" She pointed him to a wide area, roughly halfway divided between a shallow pool and open tiles.

Keoni did so, releasing Sirocco, Kathrine and Robin into the tiled area. Both of the former immediately rushed towards the fence to grwwt him, while Robin flew up to a perch and fell asleep again. "Yes, yes, I missed you too!" He hugged both Kathrine and Sirocco, who had ended up leaning over the ninetales to get his scratch. "Now be good and we'll be outside faster."

"First..." The nurse entered the pen. Kathrine shook her coat, sending snowflakes everywhere, and sat primly before the nurse stopped at Sirocco. With an offended bark, she glared at Keoni. He shrugged, and she decided to make the best of it by settling next to him for a scratch. "Flygon, Sirocco." The nurse gave the flygon a once-over, asking him to spread his wings, fly up and down, open his mouth, all the usual things. Sirocco bore it with good grace. "Do flygon normally have four wings in Alola?" The nurse asked Keoni.

He shook his head, still idly scratching Kathrine. "No, that's just Sirocco as far as I can tell. They never dropped off after his Vibrava stage. They're fine, as far as the vets back home said. He's just got an extra pair of wings." Sirocco buzzed the two pairs against each other, a short snatch of song. "He also has big lenses and four tail fins."

The nurse nodded. "Other than those, I don't see anything wrong with him." She read her clipboard. "He has a flight license? May I see the saddle?" Keone fetched it, drawing a cry of annoyance from Kathrine. He entered the pen as well, securing it on Sirocco's back. The nurse nodded, satisfied. "Your ninetales, Kathrine?"

"Little princess," Keoni warned the nurse, who seemed to find the ninetales' fur and colouring interesting. "She's an Ice-type. That is normal for ninetales there."

The nurse looked up. "I know, but it's the first time I've gotten to meet one." She ticked off the sheet, giving Kathrine a scratch, before looking up at Robin, who'd chosen a high perch. "Decidueye, Robin. Could you get him to come down?"

"He's asleep," Keoni explained. "Robin gets grouchy if I wake him up before 4pm. Unless it's for a battle."

The nurse sighed. "Well, I have to make sure he doesn't have mites." Robin opened an eye, hooted, then glided down onto the floor. "Thank you," the nurse said, getting a faint hoot in response before Robin closed his eyes again. She plucked a dead leaf from his wings before ticking off the last sheet. "Well, your pokemon all seem to be in good health. Please note only one pokemon is allowed out outside the clinic."

"Thank you," Keoni returned both Robin and Kathrine, and letting Sirocco walk alongside him. "Could you point me to an information booth?" The nurse did so, and after a brief enquiry as to the legalities of flight and the purchase of an accurate map, Keoni and Sirocco walked out into the sunshine. "Three hours to Lavaridge, the bloke said, Sirocco. Think you can do that?" The flygon crouched, thrumming his wings. "Alright," Keoni lifted himself into the saddle. "Let me know if you need a rest."