'Are you ready for this?'
She looks back at her friends a moment
[deadpans at their "shoo"s of encouragement],
then turns back to face the road.
Ahead of her was nothing but plowed fields and lush, rolling hills with
a few trees dotting the horizon.
[Yellow cotton-like sheep mill about here and there;
three or four small groups of round blue pokemon with bouyant tails roll about
as brown shaggy puppies chase them to and fro.]
Further out,
she could make out the highway,
various vehicles speeding by.
Yet further than that,
a long stretch of land splitting still waters,
V-shaped group of flying types dotting the sky.
.
.
She takes a steadying breath
[tastes the dryness of freshly turned dirt,
smells a mild fertiziler via a gentle breeze flowing,
feels dappled sunlight fighting the overcast sky],
Tightens her grip on the sturdy bag
[straps digging into sweaty palms
her team's presence along her hips],
Shivers as though ice were running down her back
[straightens her posture as her blood quickens],
Laughs out 'no'
before
taking
a
step
.
.
.