Wayra stretched and yawned as he glided peacefully through the sky on the back of one of his best friends, Adoeete, who was a tropius. His other best friends were all beside them, also on a relaxing flight. There was a Xatu and a Sigilyph, the latter of which adorned with sparkling feathers of rare hues of green, yellow, and red. The young coordinator had been taking a nap on the back if his trusty steed, but woke up to a growling stomach. No, not his own, though Wayra's stomach was also considerably empty, but the enormous rumbling sound coming from a tropius who was quite ready for lunch.
With a whistle, a very strong one that resonated throughout the sky, he called over his other two friends who had been flying freely through the sky. He always let his Pokemon fly as far as they wanted, as long as they would still be in the hearing range of his whistle, which had a very large radius. Freedom was something that Wayra could never bring himself to restrict for any living being, even if they "belonged" to him. He hated that term.
"You guys itchin for some grub?" He called to his friends after they had approached and began flying beside him. The Pokemon cried as an answer to his question, and with a nod he began looking for a place to eat below. "AHOY!!" he called out as he spotted a diner that many people and Pokemon began surrounding and entering. "Time for some nummies!" He said to his friends as they began their descent towards the diner. If the people and Pokemon below hadn't been notified of Wayra's presence by the loud rumbling of his tropius' belly coming from the sky, they surely would have from his whistle.
He landed with a loud thud near the diner, possibly attracting a lot of attention to himself due to the mass amounts if noise he's already made, though he never took mind. He always made a loud entrance wherever he went, so he eventually just got used to all of the attention he received upon arrival. With a fun laugh Wayra slid down the neck of his tropius, who lifted her neck at the last moment in order to give him a good leap into the air before he gracefully landed on the ground, as if he had just arrived in a contest. He wasn't a show off, he simply liked to have fun, and being a coordinator, he naturally found it fun to do things like arriving with a fancy entrance. Even when no one was watching, it didn't matter to the boy. After he stuck the landing he bent over into a bow, and then back up again, flipping his long, black hair up and behind him. He turned around to the tropius with a giggle and shared an affectionate nuzzle with her. "Okay guys, wait there by that tree, I'll be right back." He turned and began walking over to the diner as his tropius began munching on the leaves of a tree, the xatu resting on her back while the sigilyph floated along beside his trainer. "Oh WOW!!" Wayra stopped in his tracks as he spotted a rather beautiful roserade with it's trainer's wallet in it's grasp. He approached the pair with a friendly smile. "I can't help but notice what a lovely roserade you have here, I have no doubt that she has the most exquisite taste, she absolutely radiates refine beauty!" Wayra exclaimed with passion. Usually he didnt speak in such tongues, but when faced with such attractive Pokemon the coordinator couldn't help but let his passion take over and turn him into a poet.