Nature V Trainer [Mod/open]
Sept 16, 2015 14:14:42 GMT -5
Post by robin on Sept 16, 2015 14:14:42 GMT -5
545 words counted
The trip to the Shrine was a short one. A night of rest, a trip to the pokemart, a brisk hike up the west trail of the mountain, and the constant thought of “please don’t’ve wrecked the place” saw her to her gym before the day was out. Jodie spent the next day with her gym team re-laying salt and fixing a newly broken window. All in all, the construction hadn’t affected too much. Thank goodness. The day after, she bade farewell to her six gym pokemon and left down the east face of the mountain.
She managed to keep on the paved trail for an hour before it got to her. Before her was a stream, perhaps three feet wide and six inches at its deepest. It was a cute little brook, and here the trail was, trying to make her go over the top of it with its nicely-built wooden bridge. Jodie’d have none of that. She unclipped Haunter’s pokeball from her bag and with a flash of light released her pokemon.
“We’re going off-road.” Jodie announced, defiantly jumping off the dirt and stone trail onto the stream bed. The huanter glanced up the mountain and back at Jodie, as if to say, “it took you this long?”.
“Are you coming or are you going to be a trail square?” Jodie asked, trotting down along the stream, Her boots and balance giving her good traction against the wet rocks. She occupied herself for a while by hopping from tall dry rock to rock. Haunter drifted lazily behind.
“I wonder if there’s any caves around here.” Jodie mused aloud. “I know there’s one up northwest from here a bit.” Reaching an empty point in the stream, she had to leap several feet to the next stone. Finding her balance, she continued. “But I don’t know about around here. I kind of want to-” Jodie made a jump for a branch fallen across the stream, but misjudged the age and width of the wood. The rotted branch snapped under her weight, dropping Jodie into the stream.
Haunter floated over to check on her, and after a moment of stunned silence Jodie pulled herself up and trudged out of the water. “Nature one, Jodie zero.” She muttered, surveying the damage. Nothing'd ripped, but her pants and sweatshirt were quite wet and her ankle and tailbone, where most of her weight had fallen, were a little sore. The cold wind, tree cover, and dampness of her clothes dropped the temperature down to an uncomfortable level. She swapped her pants out with a dry pair and, wet clothes slung over her shoulder, went on a search for some sunlight.
She found it a little further down the mountain. The stream opened up into a small glade, perhaps fifteen feet in diameter. Thin bushes lined the curve of the stream, but the trees shortened pulled back, allowing sunlight to trickle down to the forest floor. Various kinds of grasses and flowers had taken over the area, and after Jodie climbed a tree to hang her clothes on, she took it upon herself to find the softest spot to lay. Jodie retrieved a berry for Haunter and one for herself from her bag, and settled in the warm noon sun.
She managed to keep on the paved trail for an hour before it got to her. Before her was a stream, perhaps three feet wide and six inches at its deepest. It was a cute little brook, and here the trail was, trying to make her go over the top of it with its nicely-built wooden bridge. Jodie’d have none of that. She unclipped Haunter’s pokeball from her bag and with a flash of light released her pokemon.
“We’re going off-road.” Jodie announced, defiantly jumping off the dirt and stone trail onto the stream bed. The huanter glanced up the mountain and back at Jodie, as if to say, “it took you this long?”.
“Are you coming or are you going to be a trail square?” Jodie asked, trotting down along the stream, Her boots and balance giving her good traction against the wet rocks. She occupied herself for a while by hopping from tall dry rock to rock. Haunter drifted lazily behind.
“I wonder if there’s any caves around here.” Jodie mused aloud. “I know there’s one up northwest from here a bit.” Reaching an empty point in the stream, she had to leap several feet to the next stone. Finding her balance, she continued. “But I don’t know about around here. I kind of want to-” Jodie made a jump for a branch fallen across the stream, but misjudged the age and width of the wood. The rotted branch snapped under her weight, dropping Jodie into the stream.
Haunter floated over to check on her, and after a moment of stunned silence Jodie pulled herself up and trudged out of the water. “Nature one, Jodie zero.” She muttered, surveying the damage. Nothing'd ripped, but her pants and sweatshirt were quite wet and her ankle and tailbone, where most of her weight had fallen, were a little sore. The cold wind, tree cover, and dampness of her clothes dropped the temperature down to an uncomfortable level. She swapped her pants out with a dry pair and, wet clothes slung over her shoulder, went on a search for some sunlight.
She found it a little further down the mountain. The stream opened up into a small glade, perhaps fifteen feet in diameter. Thin bushes lined the curve of the stream, but the trees shortened pulled back, allowing sunlight to trickle down to the forest floor. Various kinds of grasses and flowers had taken over the area, and after Jodie climbed a tree to hang her clothes on, she took it upon herself to find the softest spot to lay. Jodie retrieved a berry for Haunter and one for herself from her bag, and settled in the warm noon sun.
