JULIE'S FLIGHT
Julie had flown straight, and soared and glided on thermals and winds
where possible to conserve energy in her search for her master. She
had instinctively avoided settled areas, although she had been unable
to avoid people entirely. Once she had been flying over a seemingly
deserted part of desert when what looked like an old railway carriage
came into view. Somebody outside had spotted her flying overhead,
and had dashed up a ramp into the carriage, coming out with several
people in tow who pointed and gestured at her. She had ignored
them, but this was just one of several incidents. Even flying over the
sea, she had been unable to avoid notice by people on boats and
ferries, and people swimming, or surfing on Pokémon.
She had a destination in mind, and had put all her energy into flying,
but the sun was setting, and she could not fly blind. She saw some
land to one side, and veered towards it, hoping to find sanctuary for
the night. Some parts of it seemed familiar, and some disjointed
memories flashed through her mind. She had been round here
before, but could not recall how or when. Not all the memories, which
made little sense out of context, were good, in fact a few were not
happy, but at no point did she feel any threat.
Silently she headed for a window in the old stables by the Ruins of
Alph, perched on the sill for a moment as she squeezed herself
through the opening, and crept inside, looking for a place to spend
the night, although first she would look for food. Folding her wings,
she headed down corridors, listening first for any noises from ahead.
