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Snow fell among the town of Nieves. It always fell, a never ending series of white dots fluttering from the heavens. Mount Eria loomed over it roughly to the west. The top was obscured from sight by the weather, left waiting to be undiscovered. Dangerous Pokemon roamed it's slopes, so many stayed in town. Others... were stuck. One of these "stuck" people was Bezai, a short, ginger-haired girl with black glasses and brown eyes. Oh how she wanted to be one of the brave explorers who try to venture up the mountain, though she was stuck at her own home. She had no team to help her, or the supplies to even make the trip. All she could do was wait for the egg she was stuck with to hatch... if it ever did. Speaking of Pokemon...
Bezai rushed out the door, having hastily thrown on her usual attire: a long, white button-down shirt with sleeves, red shorts, medium-length white socks, and her baby blue Mary Janes which were slightly worn from wear. There was a specific time of day where she always waited in a specific place. It had to be exact, that's just how she was.
"Ah, Bezai! Stop forgetting your egg!" she fussed at herself before rushing inside from where she emerged. A few minutes later she ran back out, egg in tow. When she arrived at her spot she collapsed, sitting on the ground with a sigh. Bezai was slightly out of breath, checking the egg up and down to make sure she didn't crack another one. A rustle was heard in front of her and she peeked above her normal "hiding bush." Like expected, there were many Pokemon from the mountain gathered there. Every week she would set out food to lure them down to admire. It was something she always did, having no Pokemon of her own. Some would be friends who always visited, others were newcomers most often making a one-time visit. They never knew she was there, and Bezai accepted that. She even made names for them based on their special features or personalities. She kept track of relationships and lives. They were practically her children.
"Wow I need a Pokemon desperately..." she mumbled.
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Snow fell among the town of Nieves. It always fell, a never ending series of white dots fluttering from the heavens. Mount Eria loomed over it roughly to the west. The top was obscured from sight by the weather, left waiting to be undiscovered. Dangerous Pokemon roamed it's slopes, so many stayed in town. Others... were stuck. One of these "stuck" people was Bezai, a short, ginger-haired girl with black glasses and brown eyes. Oh how she wanted to be one of the brave explorers who try to venture up the mountain, though she was stuck at her own home. She had no team to help her, or the supplies to even make the trip. All she could do was wait for the egg she was stuck with to hatch... if it ever did. Speaking of Pokemon...
Bezai rushed out the door, having hastily thrown on her usual attire: a long, white button-down shirt with sleeves, red shorts, medium-length white socks, and her baby blue Mary Janes which were slightly worn from wear. There was a specific time of day where she always waited in a specific place. It had to be exact, that's just how she was.
"Ah, Bezai! Stop forgetting your egg!" she fussed at herself before rushing inside from where she emerged. A few minutes later she ran back out, egg in tow. When she arrived at her spot she collapsed, sitting on the ground with a sigh. Bezai was slightly out of breath, checking the egg up and down to make sure she didn't crack another one. A rustle was heard in front of her and she peeked above her normal "hiding bush." Like expected, there were many Pokemon from the mountain gathered there. Every week she would set out food to lure them down to admire. It was something she always did, having no Pokemon of her own. Some would be friends who always visited, others were newcomers most often making a one-time visit. They never knew she was there, and Bezai accepted that. She even made names for them based on their special features or personalities. She kept track of relationships and lives. They were practically her children.
"Wow I need a Pokemon desperately..." she mumbled.