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"Glen." the girl said with a little less venom than she usually might when asked a question that she had already ansewred once in the last half hour, still a little alarmed from the provious spectacle and not sure whether she found it funny or sad. At the very least it had been somewhat unexpected. "I don't really care at all if you're late."
Cyndaquil's flame died down to the point where it was safe to hold the fire mouse and Glen scooped it up in her arms. It tensed up immediately, still very young and terrified of its trainer, but the girl was in a good mood about the first pokemon she'd caught by herself and just wanted to have her cyndaquil out with her for now.
She wouldn't admit it in a million years, of course, but she was proud of the little thing.
The small pokemon trembled as she hugged it but soon calmed, intelligent enough to realize it was being congratulated rather than punished. Glen crouched down and, still cradling Cyndaquil in one arm, picked up her newly captured Sentret and attached its pokeball to her bagstrap above Cyndaquil's, continuing down the road.
She was moving at a slightly faster pace than Lucian, who seemed to be concerned about losing sight of the group. It wasn't long before she and the rest of the group had caught up.
"Geez, It was just a sentret. They're common as dirt and my brothers say they're weak anyway. Get over yourself! And if you must throw tantrums, at least watch where you're going when you do so!" She snapped from a few feet behind, stroking Cyndaquil's side where the sentret's scratch had nicked it when her yelling scared it again and calming both it and herself down a little. "You're okay, right?"
Cyndaquil's flame died down to the point where it was safe to hold the fire mouse and Glen scooped it up in her arms. It tensed up immediately, still very young and terrified of its trainer, but the girl was in a good mood about the first pokemon she'd caught by herself and just wanted to have her cyndaquil out with her for now.
She wouldn't admit it in a million years, of course, but she was proud of the little thing.
The small pokemon trembled as she hugged it but soon calmed, intelligent enough to realize it was being congratulated rather than punished. Glen crouched down and, still cradling Cyndaquil in one arm, picked up her newly captured Sentret and attached its pokeball to her bagstrap above Cyndaquil's, continuing down the road.
She was moving at a slightly faster pace than Lucian, who seemed to be concerned about losing sight of the group. It wasn't long before she and the rest of the group had caught up.
"Geez, It was just a sentret. They're common as dirt and my brothers say they're weak anyway. Get over yourself! And if you must throw tantrums, at least watch where you're going when you do so!" She snapped from a few feet behind, stroking Cyndaquil's side where the sentret's scratch had nicked it when her yelling scared it again and calming both it and herself down a little. "You're okay, right?"