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It isn't until something causes her dragon to stir that Isra is pulled from the depths of her mind, a place she rarely ventures without good reason. He stands at attention, looking to the waterfall and the pokemon playing at the bottom. The both of them stand there and watch.

Isra determines that Dragonair is a beautiful pokemon, but not one of great interest to her. Not right now. She takes her time admiring it though, the sleekness of the pokemon. She wonders how it becomes the next in it's line from the two it is prior. An oddity in her eyes. She doesn't seek to understand pokemon in that manner however.

She pats her zweilous on the head and her vocalizes his pleasure at their calm outing to here. She sees no reason to upset that just yet.

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They are on their trek back when Isra catches on to the trail. The goo is an interesting subject and she knows exactly what it leads to even before they find it. The Goodra is sitting beside river coming from the bottom of the water fall happily playing on the bank. Isra smiles. POkemon are precious in ways she rarely sees in humans and it saddens her in some ways, pleases her in others.

The cry from her side is one she rarely hears so calmly, but she nods her approval at a request she knows well. The dragon besides her scurries to the other. bouncing like a child wishing to play as well. The woman finds a spot to sit and watch as the two splash water from the banks at each other. Her Zweilous' heads bobbing up and down in excitement. perplexing the goodra and confusing it for a moment before it splashes a chunk of mud on top of one of the heads for it to shake off. It makes her smile, it is rare she sees her dragon play nice so well.

A whistle sounds the end of play time, her dragon nearly tantrums but resists the urge for once after seeing the look on her face. She's not interested in that nonsense right now. He comes to her side and they walk away.

Minutes later Isra sees a hand reaching out from beside her, dropping goo on the ground where she is about to step. The Goodra has followed them and stepped in front of her, puffing up what she assumes to be its chest and putting on a stubborn face. Isra almost laughs, it's her first time having a pokemon nearly make demands of her in such a fashion. "On one condition." She offers the pokemon a pokeball, presses the button.

It would seem her dragon is faster at making friends than she is.