Jordan
Jordan sat on the bank of the river for which the Kalosian town of Aquacorde was named, a band of water that the intervening stones plucked every which way like string. It was a popular spot with fishermen, and Jordan, whose Trainer Card identified her as a Swimmer, had arrived here, rod in hand, to see what she could catch. Perhaps she'd snag the golden Magikarp that was rumored to inhabit these waters. Maybe the legendary Suicune would trip on her line and engage her in battle. Or perchance her wildest dreams would come true and a handsome merman would whisk her away to an undersea kingdom, like the human version of Princess Ariel.
Her mind entertained the pleasant daydream, as it had so many others. Here, her thoughts ran as the river did, twisting past hard realities like stones in its path and weaving elaborate fantasies. Maybe they'd be realized one day. This part of the stream was far from town, and its waters hid all kinds of mysteries.
Jordan sat on the bank of the river for which the Kalosian town of Aquacorde was named, a band of water that the intervening stones plucked every which way like string. It was a popular spot with fishermen, and Jordan, whose Trainer Card identified her as a Swimmer, had arrived here, rod in hand, to see what she could catch. Perhaps she'd snag the golden Magikarp that was rumored to inhabit these waters. Maybe the legendary Suicune would trip on her line and engage her in battle. Or perchance her wildest dreams would come true and a handsome merman would whisk her away to an undersea kingdom, like the human version of Princess Ariel.
Her mind entertained the pleasant daydream, as it had so many others. Here, her thoughts ran as the river did, twisting past hard realities like stones in its path and weaving elaborate fantasies. Maybe they'd be realized one day. This part of the stream was far from town, and its waters hid all kinds of mysteries.