Mika is admittedly crying harder than they would've preferred as their wails echoed in the forest like a distressed beast asking for its prayers to get answered. The young pre-teen was just so stressed and tired and hungry and wanted to sleep somewhere warm and decent for once. Is that asking for too much?! Is Mika being a bad kid for asking for so much? They were bad enough of a kid for their father to do that to them-no. Mika's father must have his reasons for doing that-he just wanted to make them stronger?

Mika's tears were freeing much more freely now from how frustrated, angry and upset they are right now. They were getting overwhelmed by their emotions badly. They were about to let out a scream hoping it would let out some steam. But it might attract some unwanted attention. Mika wished they had somebody to talk to right now.

Suddenly a voice peered through their foggy mind, and Mika's tearful eyes shot open to looking at the source of it. It was a woman with darker skin and bright green hair. They had a noticeable belly. Is she pregnant? The woman asked if they were okay. Mika stood up. Their eyes are still teary and watery. "No." Mika wanted to lie and said they were fine and that everything was fine, but nothing was fine-nothing has been fine since they got kicked out of their home by their father and chased out of there by Dog Pokemon.

"I'm not fine!"

Mika, if they weren't so upset and teary-eyed, would have noticed that the woman resembled an old painting of a darker rosy-skinned woman in their father's closet that their father hid from them for their entire childhood. Up until they found it a few weeks ago, But for now, they were too upset to notice the resemblance.

Mika was openly crying now, their eyes stinging from the tears, and their voice throating started to get hoarse. Mika let the woman get closer and dab away the tears from their eyes, cleaning their features. Mika sniffled and began to calm down from the gentle and motherly actions of the woman. Mika eventually went from sobbing to now just sniffling and their tears slowing down.

The way the woman called him baby-it reminded them of the old ladies back in their hometown. And when she asked who was looking after them. Mika just shook their head and said-"I-I was waiting for my father-b-but I don't think he's coming for me." Mika admitted, Mostly to themselves at this point. "I waited so long for my father to go back in a better mood to pick me up and take me home, but he never came back for me." Mika's tears were starting to form once again. They were just so stressed and upset by their father's action and hid for so long that it just all exploded outwards right now.

Mika wasn't a naive child. Mika likes to think they aren't blind to the subtle changes in people's expressions no matter how much adults like to think they don't notice. Adults like to think kids are dumb and oblivious. But Mika saw the woman's eyes narrow, and the corner of her mouth turned downwards just a smidge at the mention of their father, but the young pre-teen couldn't figure out why though. As quickly as the subtle emotions showed on the woman's face, they vanished to the point Mika wondered if it was ever there or just their upset mood trying to make things worse.

The woman asked for their name after introducing herself as cait alfric . Mika, with a sniffle, looked up at her and introduced themselves as-"Mika-Mika Misame." Mika introduced themselves to the woman. Cait would then ask if they trusted her enough to go with her. Mika didn't do anything. Mika just nodded their head in response to being asked if they trusted her. Mika let Cait crush off the hard-to-reach foliage and dirt off their clothes. After being out in the wilds as long as they have been- they stopped bothering cleaning every speck of mess on their clothes. It was tiring but having somebody else do it is nice, though.

At the mention of a warm camp with food and water, Mika started to perk up a little bit. Though when the woman said the D-word ending in Y-Mika flinched a little at that. Mika just said-"He doesn't like me calling him that word."

Mika patted the top of the Dragapult's head to let it know that cuddle time was over, and the ghostly dragon did as it got told through actions alone. Mika wouldn't call themselves a trainer, at least not yet. They considered themselves as a bit of a vagabond. Who wanders the land admittedly not by choice but didn't all great wanderers start their tales like that?

Mika let out a short chuckle as they realized that feeding all the dragons could be a strain on her resources-Mika would bow a little and say-"I'm sorry if all of us are a bit of a hassle, ma'am!" they apologized to cait alfric, "If we can help, we would love to, Right guys?" Mika spoke, which the Pokemon in question responded in their ways with either a bow or nod of acknowledgment or with Clanger a slight grunt.

Cait addressed the dragons. The dragons all hung on to her every word with laser focus until she finished and spoke to Mika next. Cait asked how old they are which the young pre-teen answered with-"I'm eleven, and sure! I haven't prepped veggies in a while, but I do my best!" Mika looked excited to help the lady, and honestly, they missed cooking a little bit.

Cait handed Mika some seeds and digging tools that fit in their hands perfectly. Mika looked a little confused by the setup but smiled as they did as she said. They dug five holes three inches deep for each one and a foot apart from each hole, where she told them to bury the seeds as best as they could. It's obvious from the pre-teen's work ethic that they are hard-working and through with what they do. That Attention to detail they picked up on the road and hard-working nature to keep their under-the-table jobs to keep themselves in their dragon-type team afloat since their father kicked them out of their home. The dragon types in question looked ready to help in any moment if they saw their trainer struggle.