Up and about on the deck since the crack of dawn, the blue-haired Kalos native had only returned to her cabin after she caught sight of the harbor looming in the distance. ETA was thirty minutes. Cecily stifled a yawn as she trudged back to her cabin, forcefully rubbing away at the drowsiness slowly pulling at her eyelids. She had been so eager for this day that she couldn't sleep at all the night before. Too many conflicting emotions kept her tossing and turning in her bed: there were thoughts of being unsupervised, independent, and free that made her anxious and excited all at once; thoughts of her first Pokémon that made her restless; and even thoughts of befriending fellow trainers that made her happily giddy. Saro was like this magical land that made all her dreams and wishes into possibilities and realities, and she can't help but try to will the ship to arrive faster.

Cecily idly checked her satchel one last time then eyed the timer running in her Xtransceiver. She set it to countdown from the ship's ETA, and had been watching it like a Staraptor since then. When it went off, she hurriedly pressed her palms against her ears in anticipation of the deafening horn coming up. Grating as the sound had been, Cecily treated the noise like an initiation song. S.S. Bolt was finally docking and her long overdue journey was literally within her grasps. Any trace of sleepiness left was replaced by growing excitement.

Her room was nearest the ship's exit, so she was one of the first to disembark, thus luckily avoiding the rough crowd that seemed prepared to destroy anyone in its way. She wouldn't have stood a chance against them at all. But before she got very far, she was suddenly struck by a wave of sentimentality that caused her to stop in her tracks. Wide eyed and goofily grinning, her eyes darted all over the port, taking in every minute detail. A flock of Wingull circled the ships near the port, chirruping perkily. Over there was a man with a lab coat, pacing restlessly back and forth. She then took the time to appreciate the feeling of solid, steady ground on her feet and delighted at the sea breeze that tickled her nose. In retrospect, it was downright idiotic of her to have stopped right by the dock, where all the ship’s passengers had to cross. 

It all happened in a blink of an eye. One second she was enjoying the breeze, and the next she was getting pushed this way and that—some person had even jumped over her! Cecily lacked the physical prowess to offer any resistance. She was drowning in a sea of people and the most she could do was pathetically crouch down and shield herself with her arms as she waited for the wave of people to ebb. What a perfect way to start a journey.