((Well I missed a day in this Rp))
C.C yawned as she sluggishly finished putting away camp, rubbing her eyes which still drooped. She wasn't a very good sleeper, but even with her ice types she just couldn't adjust to the warmth of Kalos. Maybe they should head closer to Anistar City, where it actually snowed.
Most of her team were back in their Pokeballs, mostly because they walked up to C.C when she told them to get into them. Minus Flayke, of course, she never put Flayke in his ball. He also threw a hissy fit when he couldn't constantly monitor his trainer. But only one other Pokemon wasn't inside their painted ball, and her name was Fross.
Don't get C.C wrong, despite being the lowest level, Fross was quite possibly her strongest member. She was just stubborn, extremely vain, and it seemed as though Fross believe C.C had wronged her in every way. C.C couldn't for the life of her figure out just what it was the Amuara wanted from her.
Speaking of Fross, the Amuara was currently back near the river, gazing at her reflection and polishing the ice crystals that covered her, as well as grooming her sails. C.C wasn't too concerned with what Fross was doing, despite her nature, she knew Fross would come back, despite getting the feeling the fossil pokemon was probably telling her she was doing it hesitantly.