Professor Sycamore stepped up, smiling, a pokéball in hand.
"Hello, Xerena. Your mother has told me much about you, most noteably your love and admiration for pokémon,"
The professor started, opening a drawer in a desk.
"Now, it is time you begin your journey," He hands her a small rectangular shaped object, which opened up when she took it from him.
"This is your pokédex. It keeps track of pokémon you've captures, as well as their data," He explains, before handing her five pokéballs with no explanation needed.
"Okay, okay," Xerena speaks impatiently. "What's my pokémon?" Sycamore handed Xerena the pokéball.
"Go on, open it," Her mother encouraged. Xerena did as advised, and a little ghost pokémon with a red beaded necklace popped out.
"Ooooh! She's so adorable!" She squeaked, reaching out to hug her new friend, who phased right through her, and laughed.
"Ghost types are known to be.more playful than others. You also can't touch them unless they let you," Xerena's mother explained.