After all that had just happened, Flora thought he could use a cup of coffee and a nice nap. Working with new trainers was turning out to be a handful. But it wasn't their fault. And at least they were all very eager to learn. The young mentor gave a weary grin as he watched the events unfold before him. It seemed like Sterling had done him a favor and taken weight off of his back by comforting Malia. Flora was glad that the new trainers were at least capable of supporting themselves and each other. Ray had approached him and asked him about catching pokemon, causing Flora to jolt back into attention. That's right! He had a goal!
"Alright everyone!" Flora called out, attempting to reign everyone's attention in on him. He had a responsibility, and he couldn't simply forget about it all. He was being paid. "We'll be heading to Route 1. I'll be teaching you how to catch pokemon there, and then you'll be able to start your adventure." After teaching them the necessities, Flora would remain in Anvil Town to welcome trainers who would be arriving throughout the week. Only at the end of the week would he seek out the different trainers and advise them on different topics. Inwardly, he wondered if any of them would choose to travel with each other. He supposed he would find out eventually. The young mentor moved from his standing position and began to head towards Route 1.
"Route 1 is a very mellow route." He told the trainers as they moved towards it. "The pokemon there are on the weaker side, level-wise, so it's a perfect place for new trainers to start out. Pokemon such as Caterpie, Pidgey, Pansage, and many more can be found there. I could tell you all of the pokemon found there--but I feel like it would be better for you all to discover for yourselves." Finally, they arrived at the gates of the town. Flora paused for a moment, before heading through the gates and into the wild world.
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Malia was reassured about her lateness. Thankfully, she hadn't of broken down sobbing again. The Professor's sarcastic, biting edge hadn't of helped her fears in the slightest. Professor Willow was truthfully a bitter young man. It was odd for such a young man to be such a renowned professor. But he was a prodigy, supposedly. Malia brushed off the thought of the professor, walking alongside the others trainers. She cast curious gazes all around, noting which trainers had chosen which pokemon. So far, she seemed to be the only female of the group. It was mildly discouraging. But they all seemed friendly. Or at least, they all seemed not hostile. Her Treecko clung onto her shoulders, watching the town pass by until they all reached the gates.
"How pretty..." She was in awe of the gentle forest. Malia's voice was audible as she spoke, much to her embarrassment. She flushed a deep red color. She knew no one else's name here, besides the mentor. The young, pale-haired man who had comforted her was Sterling, as she had heard the mentor call his name. But she knew no one else here. They hadn't of introduced themselves, and she in no way was outgoing enough to ask anyone's name. Maybe they didn't like her all that much... The thought caused anxiety to swell within her.
((Please move David back to the Pokemon League. That's where the Elite Four plot will start.))