Breathing in crisp air off the lake, Dawn smiles, curling her fingers tight inside her pockets. It's cold out tonight, but the peace is worth it. Sometimes, she just needs some time to think for herself, and as much as she loves traveling with her friends, they can be loud. It usually suits her; usually, she's the loudest, brightest, cheeriest of them all. It's what she's good at and proud of, and she laughs when people call her sunny, because it's true.
And then she laughs some more, because she prefers night hours so much more. In the quiet, there are so many more things to see. The moon's corona, so much like a halo, casts a soft, forgiving light on the earth that the sun just doesn't have time for. So Dawn's taken to going for a bit of a stroll after Piplup falls asleep.
She doesn't have to train, or plan, or talk, or even walk. She just thinks. About possibility, usually, which makes people snort because who would have though the cheerleading coordinator would have a brain up there underneath all that beautiful hair? Well, that's just their mistake. She can be happy with both of those things. Balanced.
