Wednesday, November 10, 2010


Maya held her hands over cyndaquil’s back and he happily obliged with fresh flames. Soon the chill melted from her stiff bones. Whatever did those poor souls with water pokemon do? Her crouching position was awkward but she didn‘t want to sit on the damp ground. She glanced at her boots; they were in surprisingly good shape after the hike. Mt. Silver not having many visitors contributed to its pristine environment. Maya resumed using a wall as support. Already, the warmth had begun to leach from her hands. Many trainers had some sort of fetish with fingerless gloves. Even if those were in fashion (it seemed like they were a staple of wardrobes everywhere), Maya would be satisfied with a normal pair.