Unfortunately for the pinkette, what she thought was a rare pokemon was none other than a regular human. admittedly, the man looked kinda cool, with his eyepatch and all, but...still, just a human. She abruptly halted her series of pelting him with pokeballs in favor of taking a sheepish smile. "Ah...sorry?" She offered with a slightly embarrassed look. Her rapidash let out a slight snort, a heavy hoof lightly pawing at the ground. However, the grey flames seemed to grow larger at the compliment, the horses' head tilting upwards in a prideful snort. "Thank you!..Oh...uhm, what's with that look?"

Previously beaming at his compliment, the moment she saw an arm anchoring back with a pokeball in hand, Noelle began to stiffen. This...she saw where this was going. "Wait, wait-" Too late. Similar to how she had basically assaulted him, the favor was returned. Thankfully, it wasn't too painful or anything. She found herself giggling and choking back a full on laughter from the whole situation, if anything. "Okay. Okay, I...I deserved that."

Fixing her slightly frazzled hair before beginning to pick up her mess of pokeballs, she'd peek upwards to stare at him once or twice. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, right? I know I threw them kinnddaaa hard and all - I may have some bandages but...oh, oh, I do have snacks. And you know what they say, a good snack can heal any wound!"

Literally, no one said that. But, it was her 'philosophy' none the less. Tucking the red and white spheres back into their proper place she finally stood up straight, offering the man a sincere smile of apology as she tucked a piece of her pink and green strands of hair behind an ear. Surprisingly, this wasn't anywhere near being on her list of the 'silliest' idiotic things she'd done before.

overhead, a fearow cawed obnoxiously, its large wings fluttering about as it circled the duo, perhaps waiting for the blond's fishing pole to stir so it could swoop in and steal a fish. irritated by its bickering, rapidash reared upwards with a protesting huff, hooves kicking at the air and silver embers falling from her nostrils in a warning. the bird caught the memo and soon flew off. 

"oh, thanks!" always one for company, it didn't take much for the pinkette to agree to his offer. catching the soda can with a slight scramble - she really did suck at catching things - she took a seat. realizing just how weary she was, she almost immediately slumped into it, cracking open the soda can with a loud sigh. his question made the woman nearly choke on the drink, mostly out of embarrassment as the 'situation' with the cycling road replayed in her mind.

wiping her mouth and grumbling slightly under her breath in a pouting protest, she eventually tilted her head over to stare at him. "apparently, riding a rapidash down cycling road is 'not acceptable'. but doesn't that sound fun? she could run way faster than any of those dumb bikes ever could go." she complained, as though it made total and complete sense to her. she opted to keep the whole 'banned from the road for one month' to herself. she didn't need her new companion thinking she was some sort of brute...because she wasn't! she was just an...innocent, misunderstood, and adorable girl, honestly!

there was a small snort of amusement from her rapidash, but, the horse otherwise went back to grazing. 

"are you here just to fish?" noelle, in turned, questioned, "y'know, there's a lotta better places to do it, blondie!" she said he nickname with more affection than malice, as a big grin spreads across her lips, "there's a lot of thieving birds around but..." she paused, trailing off to briefly thinking to herself before a fist pounded onto her open, flat palm in a 'tada' sort of manner. "mhm, yea, yea! to make up for the whole...'earlier thing', i'll protect you why you fish!"

was it necessary? no. but, she...really did feel guilty about that whole thing. she felt as though she owed him at least something. and maybe being able to fish in peace (aside from her incessant babbling) was a good way to make it up to him? 

A country far in the west...Where was he from? Maybe Unova - that was in the west, right? The pinkette didn't think too much into it though, she imagined seeing herds of the fiery equines must've been quite the sight!

"Really? maybe i should try that more then..." She muttered out, reflecting on his words a bit. Back at home, the life she lead was...stressful, worrisome. Really, in a few more years, she'd be the head of her clan, and the responsibility of that was mind numbing at times. She didn't get the opportunity to goof off nearly as much as she did here in Hoenn back in blackthorn. there were plenty of lakes around though, perhaps taking a moment to fish would do wonders for her mind?

although, now that she thought about it, she didn't have the patience to fish. the constant bob of the rod as one impatiently waited for a fish to snag it...why not just use your hands? plunging a fist into the water and plucking a mighty serpent from the water sounded way more exciting! "On second thought, I don't think I'm much of a fisher," she giggled with a shake of her head.

The mention of her homeland was more than enough to get her attention to turn fully to the man, a small glimmer of excitement in her vibrant green stare. "Yes, I am! Isn't it great? Have you tried the food there? Isn't that great? Have you ever had Dragon Flakes, I know they're kinda-" Realizing she was talking a mile per minute in her excitement, she slowed with a sharp breath and an apologetic, sheepish smile. "Ahm I mean, did you ever happen to visit Blackthorn City?" 

Was it an age thing? That might've made sense, yea! Although, her grandmother was old, and the lady acted as though she had more energy than herself sometimes! "Overwhelmed, huh?" She muttered, mostly to herself, "maybe!" She decided not to question his age, the guy didn't look a day over thirty! Would it be rude to ask him how old he was? What if he said like...sixty or something?....Gross.

The pink haired woman perked up considerably at the mention of her home...or, more importantly, of the Dragon Den. There was a certain light of excitement and fondness in her eyes, as well as a feeling of yearning. As much as she loved being in Hoenn, she did miss her duties, regardless how stressful, that came to tending to the den and its inhabitants. 'I wonder if that means he met-' And there it was.

Just from those words alone, a picture of the eccentric, bright-eyed old woman came to mind, and a feeling of warmth and fondness filled her heart. Was she doing well? How was she faring without her assistance? Was she still remembering to take her medicines? A slight feeling of homesick soon found its way into her heart, but, it was quickly pushed aside. There was no need for regret now; she'd made her choice.

"Really?" She giggled, giving a rare, almost flustered smile. "That's because...ah, well, that's my grandmother. Ah! Sorry if she said anything...out of pocket to you. She thinks old age is an excuse not to watch her tongue." Which may have been where her own weird bluntness came from.

Noting the hawlucha and hoping for the best with its capture, there was an intense brightness in her eyes at the mention of Dragon Flakes. "They're..mmh, its hard to explain! Which is why I always bring a box of my own, homemade ones! Wanna try one? C'mon, I know you do!" The grin she took on was almost...devilish. 

It was slightly embarrassing and all - revealing to others that, yes, she was the 'inheritor' of the Dragon Den. Not only was it always a sharp reminder of the weighty duties that would, one day, be her own, but...ah, her grandmother tended to not leave the best first impressions on others. And while she learned at a young age that apologizing for the elderly woman's antics were a waste of time, they were still...something else. Still, thinking about her, the woman couldn't help but smile, as she soon offered Aramis a small, perhaps almost shy smile as she rubbed the back of her head. "Really? Me?...Heh, thanks!"

Perking up significantly as he agreed to wanting to try her, admittedly bootleg and possibly questionable, dragon flakes, that smile quickly turned into a grin. A slightly concerning one. "Really? Okay, okay, perfect then!" She quickly scrambled about, rummaging through her pack and taking out a container. The smell the small, almost popcorn-like flakes emitted was...as though dragon fire itself had roasted them. "tada!" She placed a few into his hand before eagerly swallowing down a few herself. Truly, these things were spicy, but, held a distinct sweet tang to them. However, the spiciness was...intense. Enough to make the faint-hearted's chest feel like it was burning, or even inducing coughing, it was nothing to be taken lightly. Quite literally, it could make even a fire-type cry from how hot it was.

"You okay?" She asked after a moment of idly enjoying her homemade treats.