Meanwhile, Tronay follows the path down to the river where she first caught Eevee.
Tronay . . . Ruby begins as she walks alongside her trainer, worried at Tronay's quietness.
I'm fine, Tronay assures her as she stops before a small stream. "Eevee come out!"
She throws the poke ball and the cream colored pokemon is released from its confinement.
"Eevee?" (You need me?) The small fox asks.
"Look," Tronay says as she lower herself down to the ground and sits beside the small fox. "I was thinking that you would be a much better fit for my brother then for me."
"Eevee?" (Why?) The cream-colored pokemon questions.
"I just . . . I need some time with Ruby and I think that Tamli would be happier with you by his side," Tronay says as she rubs the top of Eevee's head.
Tronay? Ruby asks as she nears.
The female's eyes turn and lock with Ruby's, a fierceness in her eyes that Ruby hasn't seen before.
I will be with you in a moment, Tronay growls before returning to speaking with Eevee.
"Is this okay with you my friend?" Tronay asks.
"Eevee." (If it must be done.) Eevee says sadly.
"Thank you," Tronay says as she stands up and slides the Fire Stone out of the drawstring bag that rests at her hip.
What is that for? Ruby asks.
You can now choose to evolve or not, Tronay says as she places the stone on the dirt covered ground and lays between them.
Ruby pauses for a moment before moving over to the stone.
I will do this for you, Ruby comments before she body begins to shine and she evolves into a Ninetales.
The once small fox now stands where the Fire Stone had laid. Her orange fur had become more cream like, similar to Eevee's.
You look beautiful, Tronay says as Ruby advances toward her.
Thank you, Ruby comments as she walks past Tronay and lays down next to Eevee.
Tronay sighs and lowers herself to the ground, relaxing like her two pokemon are doing. A sudden splash of water catches her attention. A weasel with a tail that has two ends, and the tail looks to be propelling it through the water with ease approaches. Its orange fur is met by an inflation collar around its neck. Its eyes shine like sapphires as it looks at the trainer with almost a smirk on its face.
"Buizel." (Bring it trainer.) The orange weasel mocks as it leaps out of the water and lands opposite Tronay.