Work. It was something heād been out of for quite some time, in the formal sense. When he was a younger man, in college, he did a great amount of āsimple manāsā work, simply for the experience. Out of college, it was always work on an invention or another. Once he had his fortune ā part his parents, and part his own as an innovator ā there was no need for the taxing manual work he had once done. His job had become, instead, management ā which he enjoyed, though perhaps a bit less than the feeling of actually, manually accomplishing something.
Even so, he had never done this kind of extremely demanding physical work before. Loading and unloading heavy crates, tending to cleaning and scrubbing, re-waxing and weatherproofing the pieces of the boatā¦His back ached every night, not helped one bit by the too-small, rickety ābedsā in the quarters for ship hands. What was good, though, was that nobody questioned the hat he wore, which shaded his face, or the way he kept his head down and just worked. He was, for all means, an unimposing man despite his height, earning far too little for a job which demanded so much.
Lysandre wished he experienced this before, though. Maybe then it would have spurred him to think a different way about the world and its circumstances.
Regardless, there was one point that he did like about this job (which he would be leaving once its return to Kalos was made); the fact that he got to see new places. Poni Island in Alola was somewhere he had never been, never met anybody from, or would have ever intended to go. That he was forced to was a circumstance he was rather glad for, now that he was here. The blue water, the calm environment, the sight of the mountain rising tall above the horizonā¦.
Yes, this was pure beauty.
Lysandre sat near the shore, watching some Pokemon he had never seen before skitter about. Maybe, if he hadnāt ruined himself so deeply, he could have come here and perhaps lived a peaceful life. Although, it was ruined somewhat by the hunger in his stomach. On shore, they were not fed ā they had to seek out the meal themselves. So, Lysandre pushed himself up, turned around fast ā and stepped right into a kid who was darting by quite rapidly.
āOh.ā a word that was recognized universally, before he stepped back and bowed his head. āIām sorry. You surprised me.ā He paused a moment, then glanced up. āā¦Are you a native to this island? I came with the supplies ship, and am looking for a place to get something to eat.ā
It was always interesting on Poni Island!Ā
At least, that was his opinion. For some reason, the island felt like a new adventure each time he went there to train or just explore and see all the strong PokĆ©mon parading around. Sometimes he even sat down to sketch stuff if his attention span allowed it, but he carried his drawing supplies just in case! He wasnāt super amazing at drawing, but heād only get better with practice! Even if his skills werenāt up to par with that of an expert yet, he still enjoyed drawing nonetheless.Ā
The boy was recklessly dashing near the shore, Noivern flying close behind him as they almost collide with another person.
āAh! Iām so sorry-ā
Hau returned the bow quickly, also apologizing. It was mostly his absentminded running that had caused this, after all! At the question he tilted his head, thinking for a moment
āWell, not THIS specific island, but I was born and raised in Alola!ā He nodded to himself, smiling brightly as his Noivern clung to his back.Ā āHmm, well, thereās not really many restaurants on this island, but thereās lots of wild berries you can pick up and eat!ā