Truth be told, she was usually not one to care too much for the well-being of wild Pokemon. Despite her obsession with chivalry, she was mostly interested in helping people, not little monsters. Mostly because the latter kept hurting one another all the time in the wild, anyway. When she saw two of them fighting, she usually simply acknowledged that fact and moved on.

But when you did hear a cry like that, you just investigated. Not just because it sounded awful. And that meant that either there was something potentially dangerous prowling this area, or this might be a trainer’s pokemon calling for aid. Certainly, there were many other options as well. But she did not want to risk anything, but went to investigate anyway, scaling down the rocks near some boy with his Bagon. Though she was more engrossed with the climbing than them for the time being, so she did not call out to them.

Bagel caught noise of someone climbing above him, making him jump high, shaking his stumpy legs and smash her head against the rocks. "Bagel! Stomp smashing your head against the rocks you'll hurt yourself at some point," he commented until he looked up. The cries were still far away but loud enough to echo through the mountains. "Oh..." he looked up seeing someone climbing. "is that your pokemon that's crying?" he asked out loud to the person above.

The dorky face gave smirk, "do you know where they are?" he asked as Bagel looked around lost and confused.

Mireille Wynter

Oh, there was someone else. He sounded calm and collected, so probably neither someone dangerous, nor someone in distress. That meant casual conversation.
Mirri hopped down the last few feet, coming to a proper landing immediately, all grace and steadfastness, as a knight ought to do. Only then did she turn – and immediately noticing the confused Pokemon. It was quiet, while the infrequent cries continued, so it was not the source at least.

“Is he okay?” It looked kind of….confused, but not truly in distress. The kind of confusion that was common, rather than something borne of fear. “And no, not my Pokemon. I was looking for it,” she added, though nothing beyond that. As was so often the case, she was not quite sure what else to say there.

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"Oh yes! He's okay! He's just blind so he smacks his head against things. Luckily it's natural for bagon to do that," his words were short and concise. Thou the emerald eyes kept scanning around for the lost pokemon, but to no luck he didn't see anything. He was let down that she didn't know where this pokemon was. "Well...i'm looking for it..." Turning around he noticed two pokemon flying around farther down the rocks. So he followed.

"I don't think they are the ones that are crying..." he huffed. "Do you think if the wild pokemon know where they are." he asked petting his bagon.

Mireille Wynter

Blind? That was rare for a Pokemon to encounter. Though, maybe that was just natural. Most people with blind Pokemon probably kept them in their balls most of the time. And in the wild, well, they probably did not last too long. A depressing though, one that was briefly shaken up by the flapping of wings. Two flying Pokemon nearby, seemingly going somewhere. Maybe he was right.

“They might be trying to help – or they might be vile predators going after injured prey. Either way there is a ch-“ Suddenly, the Mothim changed direction, apparently having noticed them. It lunged straight at her for reasons she could not immediately fathom – but her two Honedges were still running the perimeter. Using Aerial Ace one after another, they rushed to intercept, hurting the Moth and causing it to fall. Mireille, ever pragmatic, threw one of her spare balls at it. “Well, one was a predator, but the other maybe not?”


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Mireille Wynter CAUGHT THE MOTHIM!

"Well according to that Mothim we looked like a tasty snack." the brunnette laughed as Bagel jumped back spooked by the change in air pressure from the honedges attack. "Perhaps you are right. If we just follow these pokemon we might find the one crying." Lonnie piped up as he watched medicham bounce it's way through the rocks as if it was a the black swam ballet. "We should follow. unless of course it's a trap."

Mireille Wynter