Wayward Trainers

The human– Minerva was fairly sure it was a human at this point– made some sort of noise, and the dragon registered the familiar taste of iron on his tongue. Uh-oh. Dad usually told him to stop if he drew blood.

When the pressure was alleviated, Jodie pulled her injured hand back, holding it close to her body. With her other hand she flung the stick, just enough to give some space between her and the deino and a few moments to pull herself together.

The dragon stomped happily into the mud after the trainer. Being blind, he only noticed her outstretched hand when he bumped into it with his nose. Not nice, she said? Tackling people was definitely nice! And even nicer? Biting them. And here she was, offering her hand out for him to do just that.

Jodie let out a cry of pain, trying to pull her hand out and far, far away from the deino’s mouth. But he had a good grip on her, making it rather difficult. “Please let go, please let go.” She begged the pokemon.

“As I suspected, there is a Day of Fathers. And it is already upon us.” He combed his fingers absentmindedly through Zoroark’s mane. “I wonder how Darmanitan is faring after all this time… I think I’d like to visit him. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? And if we managed to find Zorua, too, it would be like when we were young, hm?”

Jodie was doing what she did every Father's day, avoiding every form of society until it was over. During a simple woods stroll however, she felt a familiar sad aura ebb near her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she found N sitting with his Zoroark, talking to him. Moving through the bushes, she only managed to catch the last of what he was saying and a forlorn sigh.

★ (w/ mineral)

Jodie barely had time to see what was heading for her before a powerful force hit her in the legs, knocking her off her feet right into a muddy part of the trail. Pushing herself out of the mud, she could only think of being being grateful that none ending up in her mouth or eyes, and her assailant was really going to get it. However upon looking at her attacker, her gaze softened. Clearly the deino didn’t intend her any ill will, he was just curious.

"I see… That’s too bad. But the rest of the year! Will it really take you that long to try again and win?"

"Try again...?" Jodie didn't retry for a badge much, she would just give it her best shot before moving on. "I never plan on retrying to be honest, I'm...not much of a competitive trainer." 

Jodie ☮ (really tempted to do a possession one ...)

While normally Jodie was a rather calm person, but there were always rough days that  would push anyone to their breaking point. It was just unfortunate luck for Colm to be the person that had got the brunt of Jodie’s wrath.

"A long time indeed."

Jodie had taken to poking a stick in the water, idly watching the ripples flow. She looked over at him, with slight concern given the frigid temperature around them.

Shoulder

“It’s nice to see you too”” Jodie said, moving her hand from N’s shoulder, taking a seat on the grass next to him. The mood that surrounded them was a rather somber one, which Jodie wasn’t sure what to do with.