The day had bloomed early, the clouds of the night before had parted to reveal mostly-blue skies and the small town had flourished into a wave of activity. Wren had barely slept a wink, but her lack of rest hadn’t managed to put a damper on her spirits. It was an exciting time, she had only received her starter pokemon the night before and the curious little fellow hadn’t been back in his pokeball since. He slept tucked beneath her blanket last night, curled snugly between her feet.It seemed he had had the best sleep of his life, but Wren wasn’t able to rest for fear of hurting him - that, and excitement. It was a little peculiar perhaps, she hadn’t aimed for this day like so many had. In fact, ‘obtaining’ Pokemon was against her beliefs as a youngster. These days, she knew some Pokemon enjoyed the company as much as Trainer’s did, but she still couldn’t forget watching the local wild Pokemon in her area being captured against their will. The memory still made her mouth feel all dry and bitter.

He was the most divine little creature, ‘Stufful’. His peachy little face and white-tipped ears were just a few of his sweet qualities, but his darling personality was really what made him so heart-wrenchingly lovable. It had taken her quite some time to work out how to use her Pokedex, and even still she hadn’t been able to get it to register her new companion. She had asked a couple of strangers for help, but found most people in the village were awaiting their appointments at the Pokemon Lab and knew as little about it as she did. Wren walked idly through the small town, pausing to wait here and there for her friend, who was easily distracted and always full of questions. “Wook, Wen!” he bounced a little after her before pausing to gaze up at the familiar building they had met within last night. She smiled, kneeling down to brush him under the chin, dotingly, “I know Stufful. Do you miss it?” He gazed, in awe-filled silence for a short time before chittering; “But can visit?”. There was nothing sweeter than the beady innocence of his eyes, and Wren could feel her heart swell a little more with each moment spent with him. “Whenever you like.”

She had considered just folding her legs on the ground outside the lab so as to let the curious little Stufful poke around for a little longer; his attention clearly elsewhere as he meandered towards one of the shrubs just beside the building. She didn’t want to rush him, soon they would be on their way. Anyhow, she convinced herself sitting on the well-walked ground wasn’t the wisest option considering she had pulled on her bone-coloured three quarter pants that morning, and a white tee. At any other time she wouldn’t flinch when it came to getting dirty, but whilst in such a busy little town it was probably best avoided until she hit the road again. The redhead spotted a bench just a few meters away, on it sat a young man, who seemed far more relaxed and at-peace than most of the people around, who quite obviously seemed to be waiting anxiously for their journey to begin.

“Hello, do you mind if I sit here?” Wren gestured to the other half of the bench beside him with a warm smile. “My names Wren, I was hoping you might know more about this thing than I do,” she rolled the Pokedex around in her palm.