Gazing out the window, Margaret gave a soft sigh to herself. She had been in a slump, it would seem, after her defeat on Mt. Leeman Trail. She knew that her pokemon weren't the strongest and that she often relied on Crowne, but she had had enough determination to at least try to fight her way through. Sadly, it didn't pan out the way she had hoped. Everyone had fainted along her attempt aside from Oceana and Crowne--the former on her last wing, if you will. However, on her way back from the trail she was able to make a new friend; Wulford was somewhat of an acquired taste she was coming to learn.

The girl rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched the townspeople milling about. When she had her pokemon healed up at the pokemon center, she had begun to procrastinate leaving. While she wouldn't admit it, she was a little worried to try Mt. Leeman again without another companion. She was also worried that her pokemon were judging her for her loss and lack of training of them--perhaps they wouldn;t respect her anymore. This thinking led her to leave them all in their balls aside from her little Scatterbug, Poinsettia, who rested on the open book in front of her. Glancing down at her, the little insect seemed to smile up at her with one buck tooth sticking out. Margo returned the smile with her own crooked one; Poinsettia was her weakest pokemon mainly because she thought of her more as a pet than a warrior. 

Margaret returned to staring out the window with a rain cloud over her head. Her eyes lingered on what looked like trainers coming into the town, her curiosity piqued on where they might be heading.