Post by Endre Arthmael on Jun 20, 2014 2:05:09 GMT -6
ENDRE
February 14
After what felt like an eternity, Endre and Emrik were finally leaving Port City. Truly, it had been one of Endre's longest stays in longer than he could accurately remember. It had felt like months-- maybe even half a year-- though of course he was aware that it had actually only been a few weeks.
As they traversed the path, rough and rocky for all that it was also well-traveled, Emrik took it all in as much as he could. There were many new smells: some were faint remnants of Pokemon whose species he was fairly sure he recognized, though they were certainly not the same individuals and all held a distinct foreign quality as well; others he'd bet were other Pokemon, but he couldn't begin to imagine what they might look like, having never encountered one; others still came from the subtler changes in vegetation and which humans had recently been through the area and moving further away from the salty sea. Everything was new, and as he was becoming accustomed to his trainer's casual pace through life, he was going to make the most of it. While he was still eager to reach their destination, he resolved to turn moving slowly into a benefit to more thoroughly enjoy the journey.
It was a good thing Emrik was being so observant, too, as Endre was rather less so. He still worried how well his gift had gone over. Additionally, for all that he'd never in his life had even the smallest inkling for a deep, heavy relationship; he was not immune to the hype around the fact that it was, in fact, still Valentine's. The thought of having someone to share it with was nice, even if he had no one in particular in mind.
Well, no one in particular. A few fantasies did flutter through his thoughts- a few of recent infatuations and a few of pleasant memories long past, of men and women who'd impacted his life in one way or another- but he did not dwell on any especially. Rather than a particular focus on something outside his surroundings, then, it was more a state of mild, absent-minded distraction and periodic spacing out. Every now and then, Emrik would react to something or make an inquiry, and half the time Endre would reply promptly enough, if he could figure out what the panda meant. The other half, Emrik might have to repeat himself, or a few times simply noticed the distance in his trainer's face and gave up.
Granted, so far this wasn't really an issue, as the trip had been relatively quiet. Emrik was going to be rather disappointed if that lasted to New Pallet, however. He was very much enjoying the scenery... but he still itched to do something.
After what felt like an eternity, Endre and Emrik were finally leaving Port City. Truly, it had been one of Endre's longest stays in longer than he could accurately remember. It had felt like months-- maybe even half a year-- though of course he was aware that it had actually only been a few weeks.
As they traversed the path, rough and rocky for all that it was also well-traveled, Emrik took it all in as much as he could. There were many new smells: some were faint remnants of Pokemon whose species he was fairly sure he recognized, though they were certainly not the same individuals and all held a distinct foreign quality as well; others he'd bet were other Pokemon, but he couldn't begin to imagine what they might look like, having never encountered one; others still came from the subtler changes in vegetation and which humans had recently been through the area and moving further away from the salty sea. Everything was new, and as he was becoming accustomed to his trainer's casual pace through life, he was going to make the most of it. While he was still eager to reach their destination, he resolved to turn moving slowly into a benefit to more thoroughly enjoy the journey.
It was a good thing Emrik was being so observant, too, as Endre was rather less so. He still worried how well his gift had gone over. Additionally, for all that he'd never in his life had even the smallest inkling for a deep, heavy relationship; he was not immune to the hype around the fact that it was, in fact, still Valentine's. The thought of having someone to share it with was nice, even if he had no one in particular in mind.
Well, no one in particular. A few fantasies did flutter through his thoughts- a few of recent infatuations and a few of pleasant memories long past, of men and women who'd impacted his life in one way or another- but he did not dwell on any especially. Rather than a particular focus on something outside his surroundings, then, it was more a state of mild, absent-minded distraction and periodic spacing out. Every now and then, Emrik would react to something or make an inquiry, and half the time Endre would reply promptly enough, if he could figure out what the panda meant. The other half, Emrik might have to repeat himself, or a few times simply noticed the distance in his trainer's face and gave up.
Granted, so far this wasn't really an issue, as the trip had been relatively quiet. Emrik was going to be rather disappointed if that lasted to New Pallet, however. He was very much enjoying the scenery... but he still itched to do something.
