The Bench of Sadness [OPEN]

“Now don’t go off wondering okay? I don’t want to lose you.” Moira said to her Cyndaquil which she held close to her in her arms. The small Pokémon made an enthusiastic sound while looking from left to right. In this way the two looked very much alike; always curious and wanted to explore everything. “We still have a lot of time, no rush. So we can spend as much time as we want here.” Moira tapped softly on Cyndaquil’s nose, just to make sure he was listening to her. The next hour or two they spent on just walking around, checking out the different activities but never really participating. She just loved watching people. Besides she always hated these ‘luck’ games. Luck was never on her side, so this would probably be just a waste of money.

Instead, one of the first stops they made was at one of the food trucks. She ordered some dumplings and took place on a bench with Cyndaquil on her lap, who then started to nibble on the first dumpling. “Slowly, otherwise you’ll … “ Moira didn’t even get to finish her sentence, instead the small Pokémon started coughing. “Choke” Moira finish, while softly giggling. It didn’t taste anything like her father, but it was still good. She could tell though that things really tasted different in each region. After some food, they strolled around some more. It wasn’t before long that Cyndaquil jumped out of Moira’s arms and started walking himself. “Hey!” Even though she was a bit afraid of losing her friend, she knew he wouldn’t really run off without her. She trusted him and besides, he knew in what hotel they were staying so he could just go meet her back over there.

Cyndaquil was mostly fascinated by other Pokémon and said hello to a few they had come across. For a moment he stood still before eventually started to take a small sprint. “Wait up!” This time, a little panic was in Moira’s voice. Luckily for her, Cyndaquil went out of the crowd instead of further back in. She quickly found her friend standing in front of a boy sitting on the bench. She soon realized what her friend was looking at; the boy had rather odd hair and the scar on his face was definitely something that wouldn’t go unnoticed. “You know it’s very rude to stare!” Moira said a little bit angry at her Pokémon showed no respect towards the boy. Quickly she walked over and grabbed her friend from the ground. “Sorry, this little guy is always so curious.” Moira apologized for the gazing that Cyndaquil did towards the boy.

Moira never had any real problems with making contacts with others. While traveling with her father she had met a lot of interesting people that all had unique Pokémon and fighting styles. Whenever meeting a new person, she would always be very curious as to what kind of Pokémon he or she had.

As soon as she had arrived, Moira noticed a changed in body language of the boy. It was then Cyndaquil that broke the silence between the two by making some happy sound as a reply to the boy saying that he wasn’t being rude. While making no effort to break out of Moira’s arms, the Pokémon pointed to the boy and then looked up to see Moira’s face. Moira quickly lowered his little paw so he wasn’t pointing anymore, which was obviously rude. “It’s such a curious little fellow this one.” Moira explained to the boy when he said it was fine.

A little surprised was she when the boy suddenly changed his opinion and said that it had been rude, but it wasn’t bothering him. Cyndaquil made a little disappointing sound when he heard this. “See, you should know better.” Moira hummed to her friend before looking at the boy again. Even thought she couldn’t see it in his eyes, from his body language she could notice that he felt a little on the spot. A smile appeared on her face when the boy tried to re-start the conversation by simply saying hi. “Hi,” she said back to him. “I think it’s your scar.” Moira said carefully, not knowing if the scar was a sensitive topic. “My brother also has a scar on his face, I think that that’s where the fascination comes from.” Moira explained.

She shifted her arms to keep Cyndaquil in one arm and with her other hand she grabbed some Pokéfood from her bag and started feeding her friend that gratefully started eating this. “You’re lucky you didn’t up with my brother, you would have been fat by now.” she said with a soft laugh, grateful that the Pokémon was occupied for now. “I’m Moira, I come from Lillycove City over in the Hoenn region. Are you from around here?”

Because Moira had travelled quiet a lot, she had met a bunch of people that had different looks. Especially with coloured hair. It was something she had been thinking of too lately, but she didn’t dare any outrageous colours like pink. The white in this boys hair was actually pretty cool she thought. Something different, something to stand out of the ordinary crowd.

As soon as she had spoken to the boy, she saw his face gaining a little tint of red. Probably he hadn’t had a lot of experience talking to girls. Or perhaps talking to any one for that matter. Especially with travelling, it could happen that a Trainer would solely focus on him ad his Pokémon, it would be easy to isolate yourself from others. Since you never stay long enough to actually bond with people. “A Honedge?” She repeated. Softly she tapped with her finger on her lower lip, but eventually shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.” She then concluded. Even though she had travelled a lot, there were still hundreds of Pokémon that she hadn’t’ seen. She wondered if it was his Pokémon perhaps then he could show it to her.

“You have a Gastly? That’s so cool!” She replied when it turned out that the boy actually had a Gastly. “I got lost in the dark once when I was little. This Gastly and Haunter had turned up and helped me find my way back. At first I thought they were scary, but they’re pretty cool.” Moira explained. Her father was so mad at her for leaving his side. But al she could do was play with the Ghost-type Pokémon.

“It’s a while away.” She responded when the boy said he had never hear of the place. It was that too uncommon that people didn’t know where that was. It was a big world and even if you were a trainer, it would take you a lot of time before you could visit every place in every region. Besides Stellara there was still a lot of places Moira hadn’t been to.

“Nice to meet you Ganzinko,” Moira said with a smile before she nodded and took a seat next to him. “I just arrived here a couple days ago. Travelling around with this little fellow.” While looking at the small Pokémon on her lap. It was obvious what he wanted: more food. His small paws stretched to her bag to try and open it. “From tomorrow on, we’ll start with a morning run to burn all that extra fat.” Moira joked while opening her bag which immediately leaded to Cyndaquil diving in. “Such a hungry little fellow. Gastly is welcome to join?” Moira suggested. It would be good for Cyndaquil to start socialising some more with other Pokémon.