"Where are we?" I asked once we stopped. All around were people walking, sitting, and standing in front of weird looking rectangle shape things.
"This is what we call a plaza," Priss explained. "It's sort of like an outdoor market. People go around and buy items they really like. And then when they get hungry, they go eat." I looked around, trying to make out everything, but it was just too hard to see.
"What's that one?" I asked, pointing in a random direction.
"That would be a Pizza stand," Priss said.
"What's pizza?" I asked.
"Pizza is a kind of food made out of sauce," Priss explained. "First they create the pizza out of dough. Then they spread the sauce on it and cook it. Of course, you can add different toppings to it."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well there's cheese, pepperoni, anchovies, mushrooms, chili peppers, and possibly many more," Priss said.
Pizza sounds good," I said, my mouth watering.
"How many would you like and what kind of toppings would you like?" Priss asked.
"Two please," I answered. "With cheese and that pepper stuff."
"Coming right up," Priss said. "Why don't you find us a good table to sit at."
"What's a table?" I asked, but got no answer. I looked around and saw the people who were sitting down. I scratched my head in both confusion and irritation. I squinted my eyes, trying to find this so called table. My eyesight was able to make out a big round thing on legs with several objects around it.
I walked up to it and studied them. The big round thing was a huge circle with metal rods coming down and standing on the ground. I banged hard on the metal rods, jumping back as a sound rang out from it. I figured that this was a table, since it didn't fall.
Next I studied one of the weird things that were by it. Starting from the bottom up, there were four legs that eventually attached to a square. In the back was something sticking up, but I couldn't tell what it was. I walked up to the strange looking object and and banged on that one too.
Unlike the table, this thing moved. I was caught off guard and backed up, expecting an attack from the movable object. None came. I slowly moved close to the object again and lightly pushed it, the object moving out more. I stopped when I moved from out from under the table, looking at the movable object with a bit of confusion.
"People normally call it a chair," came Priss's voice suddenly, startling me.
"A chair?" I asked, somewhat confused.
"It's what people use to sit in," Priss said as she floated over with three circular white things next to her. On her other side were tall, white looking things with a weird bending object sticking out of them. "I didn't know what you like to drink, so I got you a Hawaiian Punch."
Priss set the stuff down on the table. I looked up, wondering how I would get to my food when I suddenly felt myself being hoisted up and set down upon the chair. It was hard, yet cool to the touch. I felt it scoot closer to the table so I could eat my food.
"I hope you enjoy," Priss said as I stared at my food. They were both orange and triangular, though one had red circles on them than the other. I picked that one up first and studied it closely. It felt warm and smelled great. I took a small bite from the tip and chewed on it. The taste was alright to my liking.
I decided to take a bigger bite, in which I ate one of the red circles. It had a tangy, yet a small burning taste to my mouth. It was pretty good. The next bite was too hot for my liking. I yelped in pain, my tongue hurting.
"Sip from the cup," Priss said as the tall thing slid over to me. I quickly took a sip from the bending object and felt a cold liquid go down my throat. It had a wonderful taste to it. It helped cool my mouth off in a hurry.
"That felt good," I said, though my tongue still hurt a bit.
"Hot foods always burn," Priss said. "Have you ever tried a Tomato Berry?"
"I don't think I have," I answered.
"Well I'd suggest never trying one," Priss said. "They're not only hot, but they're spicy as well."
"Oh," I said as I blew on the pizza.
"So where do you live?" Priss asked me as I took a more careful bite.
I swallowed and answered her. "I used to live over in a forest a ways from here. But a bunch of humans ambushed me and destroyed my home." I felt the pain returning as I talked about it. "Some friends helped me escape, but I don't know what happened to them."
"Wait," Priss said. "You don't mean that forest that had black smoke rising from it?" I nodded. I couldn't see what Priss's reaction was, but what I did hear was a small gasp. "And you're the only wild pokemon that managed to escape?" I nodded again. "Talk about being lucky."
"I'm not lucky," I said gloomily. "My parents have been captured, my friends are probably gone, and what's worse, my eyes are all blurry."
"So this whole time you escaped, you've been having trouble seeing?" Priss asked, to which I nodded again. "Well why didn't you say anything?"
"I don't know," I said, a bit upset. "It's just been a stressful day for me. How would you feel if your home was invaded and you were the only survivor?" Whoa! Where did that come from? Did I just snap at her?
"I guess I would feel the same way you do," Priss responded after a moment's thought.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to snap."
"I understand," Priss said. "You've been forced out of your home by cruel people. Now you're out in this big world all by yourself. You have every right to be upset."
"So what am I going to do about my eyes?" I asked her.
"Well it just so happens that my Mistress is a specialist in fixing up eyes," Priss said. "She might be able to help you."
"Really?" I asked hopefully.
"I'm sure she'll be able to," Priss said. "Just out of curiosity, how did your eyes get the way they are?"
"The forest was always dimly lit by the sun," I told her. "Coming out after five years of living in there really takes a toll on them, especially if the sun shines brightly in them."
"I see," Priss said. The two of us quickly finished our lunch and soon set off. I followed Priss back out to the buildings and soon halted in front of one.
"This is the place," Priss said as the door opened up. I felt a blast of cold air hit me ful force. The feel felt good as I walked inside. "Wait right over there," Priss said, referring to some more chairs to which people and pokemon sat in. "I'll be right back." Priss began floating away, but I stopped her for a sec.
"Thanks for lunch," I said.
"You're welcome," Priss said as she floated off behind a wall. I walked over to the chairs, getting more looks from people and pokemon. I was a little nervous being stared at. I quickly hopped up into one of the remaining chairs that weren't occupied and sat.
Unlike the last chair, this one was quite comfortable. The feel of the chair was making me tired again. My eyes closed, sleep coming to me when Priss's voice awakened me again.
"Quil," she said. "There's a room open for you. My Mistress is waiting. Follow me."