* RANGER !

     “Benny..!”

     Briar had kept an eye on the man’s partner Pokémon and felt her heart soar when the Flygon was finally introduced. A hand was offered out just enough for Benny to inspect her if she wished, but was distant enough not to seem a threat. “She’s beautiful – I can see you take very good care of her.”

     She does eventually shake her head, however, once she’s finished admiring Benny. “No one is injured, but I collect as many as I can whenever I have to chance to visit home again. The herbs here are always much better than ones I can buy myself. I make my own first aid supplies for any injured Pokémon that I find in the wild; they seem more familiar with my supplies instead of Potions and the like so they’re usually more cooperative with me.”

        the flygon leans down, completely ignoring her hand & instead NUDGING briar with her head in a rather friendly manner, as if saying she was saying thank you for the complement ( guess she wasn’t wary of her at all ! ), ❝ yeah ? must admit, she can be a HANDFUL-- but sometimes it feels like it’s the other way around. she never seems to let me sleep in, even during my days off. ❞

        -- ❝ i see, that make sense. the concept of potions are still FOREIGN to some wild pokemon, so good on you for gathering herbs for them to use ! ❞ 

     “Ah..! Please, if you would!”

     Briar nearly jumps for joy, but her smile widens indefinitely up at the older man instead. Herbs and flowers are gently placed into the bag slung around her shoulder (it had already contained quite a few of the plants she had been looking for). A feather-light weight is felt upon her head and one last herb is dropped from the snow white beak of her best friend into the bag. “Swablu, look! I found someone who wants to help us!” Briar says to the cotton Pokémon perched on her head.

     “My name is Briar! What’s your name?”

        god it’s so hard to stop himself from LAUGHING at her rather amusing reaction. well, that was also pretty unexpected ( that makes two surprises in a row ) ! ❝ pfft-- hey, no worries kiddo. it’d be my pleasure. ❞ who’d have thought such a simple offer would’ve made her & her swablu so happy ? maybe this trip’d be more interesting than he initially thought.

     “You’ve got that lost look on your face that most people have the first time they visit Fortree,” she notices, herbs and flowers cradled in her arms from a productive day of foraging. The girl had seemingly appeared out of nowhere – the forest surrounding her hometown was known for its travelers that wandered off the beaten trails. Well, the lost ones, at the very least.

     “The city is behind you, if you’d like me to guide you back to civilization!”

        -- ❝ lost ? ❞ rather than startled, he’s SURPRISED when he turns to find a girl, when there wasn’t one before. &, well, he could see why the other would think that-- she wasn’t wrong, since he WAS, in fact, lost ( but it’s only because he wanted to be ). go back to the city, huh ? ❝ hm... that sounds good, but i’d rather hang around here for a lil’ longer, if that’s alright. ❞ 

Lush green littered the landscape as far as the eye could see. It was nothing like the urban jungle of Nimbasa City which Wilhelmina had come to known very well in recent years. This region was like a whole other world. Flowers blooming in full with tree’s scattered all around. There was the curious thought of how old some of these tree’s must be but, the thought vanished from her mind the moment she walked into something or rather–someone.

      “Ah,” the light gasp slipping out as she realized her mistake. Distracted by the sights she’d not noticed the other and was now quickly taking a few steps back, cheeks already red as she looked to them. “Sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” Emerald hues gazing upward to meet their’s, she asked just one more question. “Are you alright?”

        it might’ve been his & benzaiten’s day off, but as soon as he’d let his mind wander, his feet still led him down the SAME road he always took when on patrol duty. not that he was complaining, of course-- seen by the rather content expression on his face as he takes in his surroundings. for a brief couple of moments he contemplates taking an unpaved road, get himself lost in nature with for a change when, well, he bumps INTO someone.