Rosekisu
The Smoosh Master
Meeka huffed as she followed Daniel through the mountains again. They had traveled all through the night, barely stopping for a moment when the outburst could be heard country-wide. In the far off distance smoke dithered into the sky, far above the City she knew her friends were traveling. Her eyes grew wide as she pondered what was conspiring over in the dark places of the far-off place. Her pace had slacked, and she did a small jog to catch up to Daniel.
"I'm sorry, its like I haven't been here." She apologized for her lack of conversation, but secretly her lack of thought. She was a very well planned out person, at least she liked to believe so, and not having a plan for this was unheard of. Teddiursa yawned and laid her head back down on Meeka's, where she once again rested on her shoulders. Reaching up she stroked the soft bottoms of her feet and smiled to herself.
The urgency in Lucario's voice back at their make-shift camp had made her uneasy. Their travel speed tripled, and she was sure they had reached their destination a million times over. But in the silence of the trees it was becoming more and more difficult to make out how long she had been walking. Occasionally she would peer out through the dim tree branches and see a shape dodge in and out of the under-brush. Unsure of its origin, she would occasionally squint to try and find it hiding, but with no success. In silence she waited for the shape to appear.
"I'm sorry, its like I haven't been here." She apologized for her lack of conversation, but secretly her lack of thought. She was a very well planned out person, at least she liked to believe so, and not having a plan for this was unheard of. Teddiursa yawned and laid her head back down on Meeka's, where she once again rested on her shoulders. Reaching up she stroked the soft bottoms of her feet and smiled to herself.
The urgency in Lucario's voice back at their make-shift camp had made her uneasy. Their travel speed tripled, and she was sure they had reached their destination a million times over. But in the silence of the trees it was becoming more and more difficult to make out how long she had been walking. Occasionally she would peer out through the dim tree branches and see a shape dodge in and out of the under-brush. Unsure of its origin, she would occasionally squint to try and find it hiding, but with no success. In silence she waited for the shape to appear.