Alex Rossmoore
Southern Coast Beach House
Alex stood, leaning forward against the slightly weathered wooden planks of the patio fence, looking towards the ocean, the aroma of the salty ocean filling his senses. The gentle warm breeze blew against him, slightly making his hair flow as his eyes reflected the sparkling liquid crystal that lapped upon the shore in front of him. The Corsola hopped around excitedly, happy to be around his new trainer. Alex heard footsteps behind him, and soon a pair of hands rested on his shoulders. "Alex honey, breakfast is ready. Best you get a good meal in today. Who knows what you'll be doing today with the professor and those new kids down the way. C'mon now. It's your favorite, Miltank-milk pancakes with a Mago and Pecha Berry smoothie." Alex simply nodded.
"One more minute. The ocean is soothing. It begs for exploration, it calmly pulls me in. Do you feel it, the pull the ocean has on you?" His grandmother smiled sweetly and nodded, "Why yes I do. I've felt it for many years, and yet you know are the one who is explaining that feeling to me. But Alex dear, why watch the ocean, when you can explore it?" Alex turned to his grandmother and nodded, walking inside to eat breakfast. He didn't know which he liked more, the smell of the ocean, or the smell of food.
After he was done eating, he snuck a syrup cared pice of pancake under the table for Poprock to nibble on, and he went to his room to change. He wore a bright blue shirt, partially covered by a black zip-up hoodie, along with dark grey trousers, black fingerless gloves with a blue Pokéball on the top, and finishing it off with his headphones that rested around his neck just under his ears. His rushed downstairs to grab his backpack, and hugging Poprock before containing it in his Pokéball. "Goodbye grandma! See you later tonight after the festival!" He said, kissing her on the cheek. "Bye Alex dear, be saaaafe!" She yelled out as he sprinted down the sandy path away from their house.
Alex put his head phones on, shuffling the next random song he had on his phone, as he re-read the letter to himself, his beach house gradually getting smaller and smaller as he walked away from it. As the beach house was but a tiny speck on the horizon, Alex looked up at the sign before him.
Route 1, Iki Town Ahead
