Prologue
Looking back, she would have definitely smacked herself round the back of the head at several points as she grew up.
She groaned, pinching the bridge if her delicate nose in mortification as yet another image of her appeared on the screen.
Especially for that, thanks for bringing it up.
The reporter across from her chuckled at her reaction, but kindly; everyone made mistakes as they grew up, he assured her. That was part of it, she knew, but it still didn't make it any less embarrassing.
Oh! And that haircut!
"Hey!" An indignant voice called from the kitchen, catching the look on her face. "I liked your haircut."
She 'paused' the show briefly to stick her tongue out at him. He shook his head mutely with a grin.
"Oh to be young and naive once more..." She replied mock-dreamily.
Pressing 'play' again in time to hear the reporter laugh again, she pet the passing hide of a cheerful young fawn as it skipped around the soft armchair in which she sat.
The woman leaned back in her chair; 'pausing' once again as a picture of a young creature of fifteen flashed up on the screen- 'wild-eyed and lost' was the caption.
Yes. She was lost for a long time.
She had been a spitfire when she was younger, all over the papers and magazine covers and news for her antics and reckless abandon.
Now she was reported on for a different reason; she was dangerous.
But, then again, anyone who had been what she and her pokemon had been through would be.
"You'll get vain if you keep watching that!" He warned, leaning down to kiss her cheek. On the stove a saucepan bubbled.
"Oh to be young and naive once more..."
Indeed.
