Margo had been training for the last few hours, putting a lot of her effort into training up her less experienced pokemon. Julep and Wulford were very engaged in their exercises while Poinsettia seemed... off. Margo had tried to understand what was bothering her little bug pokemon, but Poinsettia acted avoidant of her trainer's concern, giving a dismissive shake of her head when questioned. The girl thought it strange, but continued their training--she wouldn't find out her pokemon's troubles until later...
After training her three lower-leveled pokemon, Margo had returned each of them to their balls and pulled her sketchbook out of her bag. She had found a nice spot next to the trail to sit under the shade of a tree and observe nature. She let her eyes unfocus, simply staring into the greenery for awhile before her fingers began to work. She had brought a pencil case with a mishmash of random mediums, and she happened to grab a random colored pencil to start her sketch. In the end, Margo created a melancholy little sketch in a dark teal color that contained a simple landscape of Mt. Leeman Trail.
On her way back to the pokemon center, Margo's eyes unfocused once more and she thought about what was happening with Poinsettia. She acted like she was being strained during her training, but she hadn't even done nearly as much as Margo knew she could. She was starting to become paranoid with what might be wrong with her--was she sick? Perhaps when she gets healed at the pokemon center she would be feeling better. She couldn't afford to let Poinsettia get sick before she was able to challenge Indigo.
By the time she got to the center, it was dinner time, but she caught sight of Indy in the cafe. She couldn't possibly be caught by him right now, she just couldn't face him right now--not when she wasn't ready for her battle with him. Instead, she did her best to blend in with the not-quite-crowd of the pokemon center to get to the cafe. She bought a sub sandwich to have for dinner, and possibly breakfast tomorrow morning, before attempting her escape back to her room at the center.
She just barely made it to her room before hearing Dan call out her name. "Cripes.." She muttered under her breath as she slipped in the doorway and closed the door quietly behind her. She planned on making herself scarce until the boat ride tomorrow morning.
After training her three lower-leveled pokemon, Margo had returned each of them to their balls and pulled her sketchbook out of her bag. She had found a nice spot next to the trail to sit under the shade of a tree and observe nature. She let her eyes unfocus, simply staring into the greenery for awhile before her fingers began to work. She had brought a pencil case with a mishmash of random mediums, and she happened to grab a random colored pencil to start her sketch. In the end, Margo created a melancholy little sketch in a dark teal color that contained a simple landscape of Mt. Leeman Trail.
On her way back to the pokemon center, Margo's eyes unfocused once more and she thought about what was happening with Poinsettia. She acted like she was being strained during her training, but she hadn't even done nearly as much as Margo knew she could. She was starting to become paranoid with what might be wrong with her--was she sick? Perhaps when she gets healed at the pokemon center she would be feeling better. She couldn't afford to let Poinsettia get sick before she was able to challenge Indigo.
By the time she got to the center, it was dinner time, but she caught sight of Indy in the cafe. She couldn't possibly be caught by him right now, she just couldn't face him right now--not when she wasn't ready for her battle with him. Instead, she did her best to blend in with the not-quite-crowd of the pokemon center to get to the cafe. She bought a sub sandwich to have for dinner, and possibly breakfast tomorrow morning, before attempting her escape back to her room at the center.
She just barely made it to her room before hearing Dan call out her name. "Cripes.." She muttered under her breath as she slipped in the doorway and closed the door quietly behind her. She planned on making herself scarce until the boat ride tomorrow morning.