AiryDandelion

“So, my new amiga, now that you’ve selected your first pokemon, wanna face me in battle?” Barely had I known her for even a few minutes. Yet from the moment we met, Nemona, confidently standing tall and lean compared to myself, was waiting on bated breath for the chance to confront me in a match between designated pokemon: a test of skill and power at an arena more than fit for such a confrontation. Looking to do as much, myself, I nod in response with an unwavering smile, gazing into her yellow eyes above the small freckles dotted along each side of the bridge of her tanned nose. “Ready, Nemona dear.” “That’s what I like to hear!” Her black ponytail whipping to her side, she reaches into a single pouch resting against her plaid orange school shorts, where her short-sleeved sky blue dress shirt is tucked inside, before stopping herself. “Oh! You only have the one you received from the Professor, right Maggy? Then I’ll just use the one I got, too!” She holds out a red and black