It had been a long slog through Reversal Mountain, but Natalie was not to be discouraged. This was one of the last places that father had been spotted, or so went the most recent rumor that she had picked up. To turn back was impossible. Gym challengers could wait a little longer. But... but she and her Pokemon needed a break. It was an astonishingly hot day. So she found herself a shady spot in the shadow of a cliffside, popped Timmy the Purrloin and Sandoval the Pawniard from their Pokeballs, and cracked open a few bottles of fresh water.

"...huh?" What was that in the distance, though? In the tall grass, head and shoulders sticking out above it? A trainer? It had to be a trainer. Ugh, a trainer that probably wanted to battle? She took a long gulp of her water and averted her eyes. If she didn't make eye contact, maybe he wouldn't get any ideas... she didn't have time for that.