Come rain or shine, Morgan would spend at least an hour or more outside training with her Pokemon. The only weather she ever made an exception for was snow, which she was not fond of in the slightest. The warm season wouldn’t last forever, and by Rayquaza Morgan was determined to make the best of it while it lasted.

It was raining that day, so the fire-types would have to sit this round out. The rest, on the other hand, were good to go.However today Morgan had decided to focus on Garret in particular. The Frogadier was more than enthusiastic over the idea of being out in the rain, being a water-type amphibian and all, it made sense. 

So there she was on her way out. Frogadier on her back, as he had insisted on being carried the entire way. It was a damn good thing he wasn’t too heavy, or things would’ve been problematic for Morgan, especially when it came to going up and down flights of stairs."You know y’ain’t a Froakie anymore, right ?" She said to the water-type, who practically cackled in response like he was getting some sort of amusement out of it."An’ I ain’t your slave either buddy, so if that’s what ya think…"

While the bluenette was having a conversation with her frog, she noticed approach her out of the corner of her good eye. Props to him for not coming up on her blind side; she would’ve had a problem with that.She turned her head to face him as he spoke up, he must’ve been a new recruit as she’d never seen his face before. Well, if the poor kid was lost, she couldn’t just be an asshole and walk off. He seemed okay, anyways…