From The Search for The Peculiar Stone ✶ Chapter 5
"What the heck, Cheeks!? Are you out of your mind?!" The eevee scolded at her in a sharp whisper as he pounced through the wall of leaves, entering a smaller glade chamber. "That was a secret! Why would you tell them?!"
"Sorry! You should've told me? I thought it was just pretend!" Cyra meekly countered back with her ears pulled back against her head.
"Of course not! I can't keep lying to myself with my imagination! How could you even call this an adventure? We're bustin' out of here and we're going on a REAL one and we're getting THE REAL deal!" He said with a brow raised as he lead the way trotting along ahead of her.
Cyra tilted her head in unease. The pit of her gut was tugging her mind as she had bad urge knowing that this is wrong and should stop and turn back to Hiroshi, but at the same time, to finally get a real taste of exploring on her own, the idea of seeing new things but the greatest idea of all was the concept of transforming into something bigger and more powerful—and quite possibly a different type (in her perspective) just sounded so enigmatic! Her ears raised a little higher as she realized maybe this was what Hiroshi was talking about earlier and maybe she can finally learn that ultimate move: Strength if she evolved. She gave her little head a shake to push away the sense of wrongdoing before furrowing her brows as she was fueled with determination and scampered a little faster to follow the vulpine. "Well wait for me!"
Rhys was already ahead of her, he turned his head looking a bit disgruntled again. "What were you waiting for? To have your ears split by our angry parents? You know you have to find the evolutionary stone YOURSELF, not let it find you!" He sneered. "You better not be a tattletale! Are you trying to get us caught!?"
"No I'm not! I'm just... I'm just..." Cyra tried to come up with an explanation.
"Well whatever it is. You make one funny lookin' slowpoke!" He chuckled to himself as he started prancing a little faster.
Cyra glowered at him. "Take that back! I'll show you who's a slowpoke!" She said as she tried to scamper a little faster behind.
"Well catch up to me if you can!" The eevee giggled mockingly before quickly cutting a corner which took him to a slightly downhill slope. He did it so cleanly and almost smooth. Cyra tried to do the same, but with her stubby paws she tumbled over as she tried to turn, but quickly caught herself back up and resumed the 'playful' pursuit without any falter from her little accident. Rhys was quite impressed that the pichu could handle that despite her size and her disadvantaging, babyish proportions. He smiled and tried to run a zig-zag fashion around other small bushes and litter, trying to create a small obstacle course to slow the murid down. Cyra's eyes widened as her small mitten-paws grappled the grass to help slow her down with every sharp curve she'd have to make. At times she could only see Rhy's tail for a second as he got a little ahead and with all the twigs and little random stones lying around. It made maneuvering a little difficult; especially as she wasn't used to doing this at all. But what's a mouse who can't scurry fast—an electric mouse of all things? She knew the eevee was trying pull to her tail, but she knows she can prove him wrong. She tried to dash a little bit, trying to follow his chase pattern which was difficult, but with enough courage she manage to gain on him.
Rhys turned around and stopped with what he was doing, switching to more of a bound. He looked very enthused and impressed. "Wow you are kind of fast! Huh?"
"So are you!" Cyra smiled as she scampered a little slower to match his speed, trying hard to hold back her laboured breathing as she's a little weary.
"Well I am bigger, and better," he paused with a glint of a fang, he smirked, "And badder! How's about you bite the dust!" He said as he sprinted off again, catching the little mouse off-guard. He lunged forward with a good pounce to get some decent distance from her before he started to use his back legs to start kicking huge amounts of dirt from the ground, using Sand Attack in a way that creates a slightly obscuring dust cloud.
"Whoa! Wha-!" Cyra quickly sat down to slow herself as she barely just careened into earthy billow. She blinked a couple times, very shocked knowing that if she ran into that, she probably would've "lost". She cringed at the idea of forcing her eyes shut from the stinging pain. But with one twitch of her angular ear, in the distant left side, she could hear him trying to hide in the thickets and immediately she rolled up back on all fours and darted around the fading pall, veered around through and pounced into the undergrowth and onto the eevee's back; tumbling through together and falling out of the bush. "Nice try!" Cyra giggled as she was trying to pin him down.
"Oh so you thought!" He chuckled as Cyra pushed his head down to the ground playfully as he was preparing for another round before he got an idea. "Hey wait a minute! That reminds me..." The eevee stood up which prompt Cyra to hop off him. He trotted around, shaking his soft pelt and approached her testingly with a smirk, leaning in towards the little pichu. "Are you even capable of handling such a challenge?"
"A challenge? I uh..." Cyra looked at him nervously but toughened herself up and tried standing up tall with her ears standing up again as well. "Well yes I am! ...What is the challenge?"
"Well, you're an electric type, aren't you?"
"Uh, yes I am?"
"Then why don't you prove it to me then!?"
