'Err... Where are we this time?' the woman airs out with a strained smile.

Ahead of her's a dark purple, three-story building wrapped in ivy. What seems to be thick limbs from the nearby tree rests on it. Attached to the side is either some type of parlour or greenhouse. To its left is a good sized lake, a bench in prime location to allow someone to rest and relax the day away, as a training field sits directly in front of the purple building, stone fencing blocking the home from the field yet low enough for standing spectators. Hills, woods and land stretched around for miles. A packed dirt road leads to the door, wooden posts with tied rope indicating a property line, tall grass to the sides of the posts-

perfect for hiding pokemon.

'Yo, this does not look like the pokemon cen-'

'Dee!' interrupts from her right.

'Ehh?! Sly-!'

A sudden weight loss disbalances the brunette as her starter leaps onto a ball of blue feathers, jostling her to the ground.

The brunette growls.

Wiping the dirt from her bottom, the trainer stands hands over hips to catch sight of her precious furret tickling a glaring baby bird whilst declaring his superiority. She frowns at the bird's coloration of blue-yellow-black, eyeballing the leer it's using to mean-mug her normal type.

"Doesn't seem to be a water type..."

Puffing up, the proud pokemon catches a small breeze as it rushes to peck the furret's eyes out. Which, doesn't phase her pokemon. A series of chirps explode from the tiny bird, almost sounding like things a mother would clean a child's mouth out with soap for.

'Roooo! Dee! Kidee Rook!'

Her furret remains unaffected. It infuriates the small bird. In fact, Sly's Taunting the indignant chirper now. Off to the side, the trainer simply folds her arms to wait. Blankly stares as the small pokemon exhausts itself trying to take down her mischievous companion. She palms her face once Sly lets the blue-feathered ball go, only to then lob a premier ball as the little bird struggles to gain distance.

'...Sly, you do realize that ball is registered under my name?' she reminds the sinewy normal type.

Ding!

'FURR-ET!' he proudly gesticulates towards the ball sitting plainly in the dirt. Mimes his throw and opens her pokedex. The furret jabs the entry with a dusty paw before chittering away.

'RET?! FUR RET ET!'

'No. I've told you before, humans are trainers, not other pokemon! Though mostly due to laws and paperwork, and NO. You can't even read properly,' the female says. She even throws a hand for emphasis.

['Let alone write,' Hazel mutters under her breath. No need to give her pokemon any ideas. Then he'd be sending letters or writing signs demanding sacrifices of candy...]

He deflates. Sly pouts as he watches Hazel pick up the white pokeball and attach it to her belt. Then she holds out a palm. Getting the memo, Sly hands his trainer the machine he stole from her bag. She inspects the dirt before blowing it away.

'Now. Let's see what this pokemon even is, shall we?' she murmurs, feeling her pokemon settle back onto her shoulders.

"Rookidee, the Tiny Bird Pokemon. It will bravely challenge any opponent, no matter how powerful. This Pokémon benefits from every battle— even a defeat increases its strength a bit. Jumping nimbly about, this small-bodied Pokémon takes advantage of even the slightest opportunity to disorient larger opponents."

'Definitely a fighter. And knows when to back off so: Vis. 'Least he's cute.'

Slipping the device back into her bag, she pats her furret on the head and begins walking towards the hills.

ringring!ringring! ringring!ringrin-!

Both a green-eyed brunet and amber-eyed raven show up on her screen.

"Lemonade sauce- ok. Go casual, girl."

'Yo~ What's up~?' Hazel chirps. She gives them a quick salute.

'Where are you? You were supposed to meet up with us an hour ago!'

A grin stretches across her freckled face, shutting her eyes to the looks she knows they'll be giving her.

"I should never've let 'em bully me into adding that videocall app."

'...' Hazel just continues grinning as though her friend didn't speak.

'...This woman.'

Peeking at her friends between slits, she finds one biting his thumb to keep from laughing as the other grips his spiky hair. Sees Green visibly count to a silent three as he takes a breath, releasing the hold on his hair.

'...Just-. Show me your surroundings and don't. move. Got it?' green sighs.

'Ey, I don't get lost all the time-!'

'Hazel. Surroundings. Now, or do I need to buy a tile for you?'

Pouting, she does as told and sits in the shade of a tree.

'Okay. I'm positive you simply passed the center and kept walking, so we'll see you in a few minutes.'

'How do you miss a bright red roof?'

Pink floods her face. She blinks. Straightens her spine and tilts her head up to stare the brunet in the eyes before shrugging.

'Not my fault. I blame Sly-'

[At his name, her furret's eyes narrow. He just knows he's innocent this time-!]

Green talks over the flimsy excuse, hand on his hip.

'-straight path from the station! By the way, we're supposed to meet with this region's champion sometime tomorrow to set up an exhibition match.'

Hazel points at them in turn, crosses her arms into an 'x' for herself, then tilts her head in question.

'No, just for me,' Red says as he jostles her ahead of them. The raven nods for his friend to lead the way as he turns the petite woman around and keeps a hand on her wrist whilst they walk. No need to let the short one escape again.