Lost at Sea

She didn't care which side of the rebellion that she was on - only that this time, they come out on top. Three regions had fallen under the thumb of tyrants, and she was quickly growing tired of the constant conflict. Yet she wouldn't, couldn't give up on the people of Sinnoh. Just as she didn't give up on the people of Hoenn, or the people of Johto and Kanto. It was painful, each time she failed there were more casualties, more people lost that wouldn't return, more pokemon battling for naught and families and friendships lost in the chaos. Her own family had been left behind for the sake of freedom, and then they were the price of her rebellion - her brother had switched sides and was now rumored to be one of Immortalis's numbers.

It would have been easier to get through had she her first pokemon beside her, but Saoirse was gone - gone for good.

There was still hope inside of her, buried deeply, sitting quietly, growing idle - that her beloved avian would return to her... but it was wishful thinking really. The fire had been one of the worst she had ever seen - and the city was in shambles now. Some brave souls had scouted the rubble, and she had heard nothing of a Pigeot being found among the wreck. That either meant she managed to escape, or she was reduced to nothing but ashes.

Dark thoughts would get her nowhere, but it was nearly impossible to banish them once they started. She, just as every other member of Pheonix and Hydra alike, had been through a lot. 

At the very least, she could take a moment, just an hour or two at least, to rest here in Sunnyshore City. The sun had long since fallen, and she sat on a little strip of white sand, listening to the waves crash out ahead of her. The ocean was calming, but there were dark clouds looming in the distance, threatening to bring rain to the awaiting shore. She and Keir would have to leave soon - and idly she called out to the Swellow, a bird call that was gentle, but strangely accurate.

She had spent nearly as much time with birds as she had some people.

Sighing the woman stood up and dusted herself off. "We should try and avoid the rain." Her voice was meant to reach her newest partner, and the flying type called from the skies above, before swooping down and landing on her arm. He wasn't nearly as heavy as he looked. "I don't want you getting sick Keir." She chuckled at the feathered creature, and he simply stared at her, his dark eyes proud and resilient. He didn't believe in sickness, in weakness, and would fight no matter his state of health. As his trainer she only shook her head and ran her fingers over one of the long feathers on his left wing.

He was such a pleasantly arrogant old bird.