Things have been better

Things have been better.

Sitting under a tree in the middle of an open field just outside the little town streets filled with simple people and simple life, the buildings made of a simple brick pattern with smoke coming from the never ending chimneys warming the people in a slightly colder day of the year. Being mid october the region of Sinnoh the weather turns cold very quickly even in the lower parts of the land under Mt. Coronet but the breeze is nice in this area being someone such a myself, a person from another region passing through in my search for a happier life away from what came to me in my home region. I’ve had my eyes closed for a while today and opened them just for a little while today to see the locals celebrating in the middle of the town square, the fountain spewing a different shade of blue today from the clear waters that normally trickle down it’s slightly smooth rocky surface to signify the coming of the icey fall they’re used to having.

It’s nice to see the community care for each other to stay warmer, especially the older folk who suffer more from brittle bones and joints that crack and leave them in pain from the cold, by giving out homemade soups of their family recipes. It gave me a nice small smile seeing so as my source of warmth comes from my partner pokemon resting across my chest, a long Furret being gentle and fluffy in it’s long fur brushing against my cold skin to send warm chills down my body but yet I still felt cold. There were so many pokemon surrounding us two beings, some from town wandered off to play while the people enjoyed their merry ways and some wild wandering in to see the mass that was so still under the tree. I looked so peaceful and still, a slight beard growing on my face and slightly longer brown hair that didn’t cover my face but slightly obscured my sight when it got untamed as it did but not the case when I wandered into town yesterday, getting help from the locals to keep it from being tattered.

My clothes were dirty as they would be even after a washing, just from the time they’ve seen the past few years I’ve traveled, having such a bright new look to the faded bleakness that they have now after so much hardship I went through to get where I am now; it felt like a showing of how I felt on the inside looking at my outside appearance. I looked tired even after having my eyes closed for so long and felt it too, I’ve felt this way for so long now and can’t help but keep feeling it even after leaving such a dreadful place. Happiness grew for me for so long with those I traveled in years past and it was such a grand experience up till now, the person I traveled with had such a high spirit, was kind and gentle but held their own when in trouble even though sometimes when in a need rested on my shoulders to keep them floating, wether it be a struggle to move along in a heated desert or extremely cold summit when they couldn’t keep going I was there for them. When battles came and went, wild pokemon stronger than us and trainers well seasoned that kicked dirt in our path we always prevailed in a dark time.

It was a great partnership, you could say I loved them very much and would do anything to protect them, but things changed over time. Distances grew, I always cared for them but the feeling that even when they struggled still in a battle or suffered in a harsh climate they denied my help, they started to deny me. While lost in thought a soft jolt went down my spine from a soft jab to my shoulder, opening my eyes to the sight of a gentle looking young lady smiling at me offering her homemade soup which I politely accepted not to be rude. Was a simple broccoli and cheese soup but it was very satisfying in heat and flavor, I thanked her but I'm not sure it got through since when I looked back up she was already hurried away to keep an eye on her own family. I awoke my Pokemon to feed him some as well, it made him stretch all down his slender but puffy furry body and give a little choo out before resting back on my lap.