Today was a day. Every day had something unique to it, Tina had found. This time, she was going out into the Pecha Forest with one of Varda's recently introduced friends, Lance the Riolu. It was part of a sort of 'exercise' Varda had suggested for trust-building; Tina and Lance would go out into the forest to explore a bit, get a handle for eachother's skills, and hopefully get a long and learn some things.
The Riolu had believed to be an ingenious idea, and had turn to Tina to decide a time and place: here, and now. It would be too long before the sun would be in the apex of the sky, where they only shadows cast would be purely vertical. Rather ideal for any escapades in the forest.
Tina stood near the entrance to the forest, waiting patiently for the Riolu to arrive at his own pace. She had understood Lance to be a promising, prompt kind of individual, so she held some confidence that the Riolu wouldn't be late. When he did arrive, Tina waved out to him heartily with a forepaw.
Her own cloth bag strung carefully yet tightly to the scruff of fur upon her neck, the Fennekin nodded in confirmation to the Riolu's own belongings brought along. "Ready?" Tina asked, almost rhetorically.