After this, chapters will be much longer, thank you for reading so far~
Thirty minutes. It had been only thirty minutes since our protagonist had left her home and already, the thought of going back was as appealing as flowers to a Combee. In ten minutes, Deyla had reached the route out of town. Fifteen minutes and she was promptly confronted by a flock of hungry Starly. Twenty-five minutes in, and they had finally stopped chasing her.
Twenty-six, Deyla realised she dropped her bag.
As the caramel haired girl searched through the tall grass, contemplating her many questionable life choices, her hand landed on a familiar leather bag. Breathing a sigh of relief at finally finding it, she quickly tugged the object towards her, only to recoil slightly as the item in question let off an annoyed grunt. Who knew bags could talk?
With a sudden realisation, Deyla looked upwards, it now dawning on her she was holding the foot of an older, grumpy looking man. The two simply stared at each other for the longest of times, his stern gaze piercing through her softer one before Deyla finally let go of the man's foot.
"I-I'm so, so sorry sir! I was looking for my bag and your shoe felt oddly like it, though my bag's a little beaten up and your shoes all shiny and well nice, I guess to match your suit, which is a very nice suit by the way-" As the flustered girl continued to ramble, the older man watched her with disinterest, soon turning on his recently grabbed heel before walking down the path, leaving a confused and still apologising Deyla behind.
"I'm really sorry sir!" As she called out one last time, the flustered girl slowly calmed down. Now standing, Deyla brushed off the grass from her shorts and began looking for her real bag once more.
With her bag now slung over her shoulder and de-leafed after finding it in a bush, Deyla made her way along the path to Sandgem town, soon arriving at the entrance as the smell of sea salt and freshly baked donuts hits her. As she entered the quiet town, it wasn't long until she spotted a crowd of people outside a small police station, all muttering amongst one another in disapproval as an elderly man addresses them.
"People please, as I have stated numerous times, the SGPD is handling the situation. We've had multiple eyewitnesses and a clear image of who we're searching for. Now head home and keep your windows locked until we have this sorted. Thank you."
More disapproving murmurs broke through the crowd as it slowly dispersed, Deyla herself, although curious, decided it was none of her business. She was just travelling through after all. Heading past the slimming crowds around town, she soon found herself bunked in a quaint hotel room, the evening sun slowly setting. Taking out her laptop, the young girl made progress on her recent project, deciding to write her adventure down as to one day look back and realise...she really should have brought repels.