[h1][center][color=f9ad81]Myra Hayes[/color][/center][/h1]
[h3][center][color=f9ad81]Knoxville, TN, United States[/color][/center][/h3]

"Excuse me, miss," a store clerk began. "Can I help you find something? You've been looking for quite a while."

Myra looked up from her stooped position, a bit of pink flushing her cheeks. Rows of scented candles lined the aisle surrounding her. She put a handful of small votive candles back on the shelf and stood to greet the clerk.

[color=f9ad81]"Uhh, I don't suppose you've seen a Litwick around these parts?"[/color] Myra asked with a sheepish smile, brushing a few strands of peach-colored hair out of her eyes. [color=f9ad81]"She came here last time she wandered off."[/color]

The clerk frowned slightly.

"Sorry, I don't believe I have."

"Oh, I might've seen it!" a customer interjected. "I saw a little white thing walking on a roof on Main Street. It was too far away to really know if it was a Litwick, though."

Myra let out a small gasp, feeling the best thrill of hope she'd had all afternoon.

[color=f9ad81]"Oh, thank you!"[/color] Myra gushed at the random customer. [color=f9ad81]"You're such a dear. Perry, let's go."[/color]

Hearing his name, the Bulbasaur paused his painstaking inspection of candles. He used his vines to place a discounted gingerbread-scented candle back on the highest shelf and followed his trainer out the door.

[color=f9ad81]"We oughtta go back there after we find Flicker,"[/color] Myra rambled, talking more to calm her nerves than for an actual purpose. [color=f9ad81]"I've never seen a sugarplum candle before. You reckon the real thing smells like that?"[/color]

Perry didn't respond. The grass-type was already scanning the roofs and sniffing the air, laser-focused on the task at hand.

Myra and Perry entered Myra's hovercar, Perry sticking his head out the rolled-down window. The girl felt a little anxious about leaving Perry out of his Pokeball for so long. What if somebody saw them and ratted her out to her family? But right now, the lost Litwick was a bigger problem. Risky as it was, Myra needed another pair of eyes to help her. Myra began hovering toward Main Street, riding low and slow to keep an eye out for Flicker.

[i][h3]Meanwhile...[/h3][/i]

At some point, Flicker's hiding spot began to make a soft whirring sound. Then it began to rise up into the air. Flicker peeked out of the hoverbike's satchel just in time for it to speed forward. The Litwick realized what was happening and put on a mischievous grin. Looks like she was going for a ride!

After a couple minutes, Flicker decided to find out who her kindly chauffeur was. She climbed out of the bag and was immediately nearly knocked off by the wind rushing past the bike. Flicker held on for dear life, eyes wide, flame spurting diagonally from the top of her head. Usually she scared other people, but this time SHE was the one scared..... what a thrill! Flicker giggled, the sound barely covered by the motor and wind.

Soon, the hoverbike slowed, perhaps nearing an intersection. Flicker gathered her bearings and noticed a young black-haired boy driving the bike. With an impish smile, the Litwick silently maneuvered around the hoverbike's frame. She landed right behind Reno with the biggest THUMP her six-pound body could muster and let out a chilling shriek.

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