Marshie looked at the stone, laying on the ground with nothing to do than obstructing the wind, trying desperately to get through, so it could blow random leaves away from the ground.
The girl kept staring at the boring object with her bog green eyes, letting the calm wind brush away the coral pink shaded hair from her petite chin. Her body was covered in dark clothes, something usually seen from a gothic, horror-themed movie. But she didn't mind the many looks strangers would give her, because they wouldn't affect how she felt like dressing.
A little furry, ball-shaped bug suddenly jumped in front of Marshie, but the worried look in the pokémons eyes didn't shock her at all. It was just her first and only pokémon, Venonat, that probably felt restless as they hadn't moved for half an hour. It wasn't hard to feel sympathetic for the little sweetheart. In Marshies opinion, there really weren't anything to do in this small village, mostly populated by farmers and old folks.
"Veno.. Venonat.."
Marshie took away her eyes from the grey stone to look passionately at her bored friend. She lifted her thin arm to brush her fingers into Venonat's fur, so they almost disappeared in the violet forest.
"Don't worry Venonat.. We'll get to train soon.. Or so I hope.."
The girl kept staring at the boring object with her bog green eyes, letting the calm wind brush away the coral pink shaded hair from her petite chin. Her body was covered in dark clothes, something usually seen from a gothic, horror-themed movie. But she didn't mind the many looks strangers would give her, because they wouldn't affect how she felt like dressing.
A little furry, ball-shaped bug suddenly jumped in front of Marshie, but the worried look in the pokémons eyes didn't shock her at all. It was just her first and only pokémon, Venonat, that probably felt restless as they hadn't moved for half an hour. It wasn't hard to feel sympathetic for the little sweetheart. In Marshies opinion, there really weren't anything to do in this small village, mostly populated by farmers and old folks.
"Veno.. Venonat.."
Marshie took away her eyes from the grey stone to look passionately at her bored friend. She lifted her thin arm to brush her fingers into Venonat's fur, so they almost disappeared in the violet forest.
"Don't worry Venonat.. We'll get to train soon.. Or so I hope.."