#trainerbree

Chicky peaked from underneath the tangle of twigs and leaves that constituted last night’s shelter and sniffed disdainfully. Droplets of water clung to his feathers, giving them a slightly darker hue, as well as glittering like the forest around them. Bree regarded him for only a few seconds and returned to looking at her Pokenav. Chicky had been given the choice to retreat into his pokeball when the rains came, and he had pointedly refused, saying something about not wanting Bree to catch some sort of sickness. Indeed, Chicky had been able to offer some warmth during the night, but Bree could not say that it made much of a difference, and judging by Chicky’s current state, it would have done him better to have gone inside his pokeball. Bree looked at Chicky again, seeing that he had managed to crawl out of the brush. He stood there, feathers puffed out, and Bree could swear the face he was making was one of pouting. It would not do to tell him she told him so. 

A rustling from the left tore Bree’s attention from the sodden Chicky. Crouching low, and frantically signaling Chicky to do the same, Bree took a few awkward, hobbling steps back. Her racing heart was immediately calmed by a Torterra materializing from the green, and upon its back was a very familiar young man.

"Ainsely… "

     The continent pokemon was taking a path through the small bushes       hoping to snag himself some leafs to eat while he was going at his       pace. Ainsely noticed where his pokemon was going and he couldn't       help chuckle.                "Don't worry Terra, yeah? We shall stop                by so you can rest. Its been a long day for us!"    He reassured the turtle pokemon, patting the top of his shell. Terra    simply replied with a small rumble as he towards the small bush. He    extended his head to grab a small portion of leaves as he passed    through the bushes. Ainsely looked up and noticed a Blaziken and a    very familiar young woman.

       Eyes scrunched under the afternoon rays of the sun. Today wasn't a good day for the to beat down on Fire. How ironic indeed. Straigtening his cap, his eyes narrowed seeing something coming up in the distance of the trail. He raised a brow not sure how react to such guest.

"Sup? Whaddya need?" He asked keeping an eye on the stranger.

One thing my muse would tell yours before kicking the bucket: (I’m suspecting foul play here cuz human!Phantom will live as long as normal phantom will too)

"Well, little forest girl, it’s a shame that I never got to return to my original body. I always hoped to be able to show you the skies. It’s one thing to ride atop a dragon, another to ride atop one who’s element is the sky itself.