Tea for Three

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Rally

Rally rushed back to the inn, wanting to make sure that her thanks to her friends was not going to cause an issue. She rushed along towards the inn through the market, the hustle and bustle of the area causing a slight problem; though only mid-day, the marketplace was rather crowded, and in her rush to get to the inn and book her room not for herself anymore, but for two more, Rally did not give enough focus to suppressing her aura-based abilities.

A crate split open, its wooden frame smashed to pieces.

Rally had lost control due to the sensory overload of aura stimulus. Unable to take the pain of it, she ended up stumbling, crashing head-first into a nearby crate with enough force to break it open. "Hey, are you okay?" Several pokémon responded to the crash, rushing over to check on the little Riolu.
"I'm okay," Rally responded, clearly not. "I was just admiring this great crate and got a bit carried away, that's all." Coming to her senses, Rally placed a hand on her head, clearly in pain.

"Little girl, are you sure you're gonna be okay?" The voice came from behind the stall, a deep, scratchy voice. Looking up, Rally saw a Slowking bending over her, immediately causing her to blush and back away in terror. once a couple meters back, she knelt on the ground and bowed several times.
"Hoe~! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The Slowking let out a hearty laugh. "You can relax, little girl. That crate was mostly empty. I'm just glad you're okay." The Slowking walked around his stall before helping her to her feet. "You should be a bit more careful; not everyone will be okay with you accidentally crashing through their property." The Slowking let out a hearty laugh before pushing Rally off on her way.

Going at a more cautious pace and focusing on controlling her sixth sense, Rally made sure to make a mental note to go back to that stall and try to pay for the damages. Arriving at the inn, Rally walked up to the front desk, where a Furret was managing a large number of Sentret as they shuffled about, making sure all of their customers were pleased. "Oh, hello again, Ms. Rally. Did you need something? Is there anything broken or torn in your room?" The Furret asked in a happy yet rather rushed tone.
"No, ma'am, everything seems alright. I actually wanted to ask if it would be alright for me to add two more people to the room."

"Two more people..." The Furret looked over a large book in front of her, at least as tall as she herself was from head to toe. "You are in room 3§, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am."

"Room 3§...Room 3§...There shouldn't be anything wrong with that" she replied, a joyful smile on her furry face.
"Really?" Rally asked with glee.
"Of course. Just tell me their names and I'll add them to the books."
"They are Oerba Yun Fang, a Charmander, and Sierra, a Shinx."

"A Charmander and a Shinx...Wonderful. I've added them in and will send them up when they arrive."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."

"No trouble at all, dearie." With that, Rally happily went down the hall to the ladder. She ascended the latter carefully; she knew it was same, but she thought it better to be careful. Hopping off at the third level, she walked along the hall to her room, a large room with a mossy floor and large straw-pile beds. She made sure to check her head. No bumps. She was lucky that she hadn't been hurt. She made sure all of her belongings were over to one side before heading back out to get a drink of water...

Rally

In the realm of her dreams, Rally visited a far off place from her memory...

In a small village on the outskirts of a desert, a Riolu was being chased by several pokémon. "Aura freak!" one shouted.
"Rio-loser!" shouted another.
"Your parents love exploring more than they love you!" shouted a third.
"Hoeee~!" The Riolu continued to flee, crying and screaming as she ran towards a house on a hill. Standing outside this house was a Sandslash, who was in the middle of shining a glass bottle as the Riolu approached.
"Rally, what's wrong?" asked the Sandslash before noticing the group climbing the hill. "You again..." The Sandslash's eyes began to glow a light blue as the pokémon charged; sand began to rush around each of the small pokémon's legs, surrounding them each with a small sand tornado. A moment later, the sand stopped, trapping the pokémon in place in tombs of sand. "How many times have I told you kids to stop bulling my little Rally?" the Sandslash's claws began to glow a light blue as well before increasing in size and length, terrifying the trapped pokémon...

...the scene flashed forward to inside the house, the Sandslash rubbing a blue paste on the Riolu's arm. "Rally," said the Sandslash, a motherly tone in her voice, "sweetie, why do you let them walk all over you like that?"
The Riolu blushed. "I just..."
The Sandslash began to wrap the Riolu's injured wrist in a bandage. "Sweetie, you need to tell me when they are bullying you, but if you want them to stop, you need to stand up for yourself."
The Riolu sniffled.
"Your mother and father were so happy when you told them you wanted to be an explorer. I was happy too. Don't you still wish to become one?"
"...I'm scared..."
The Sandslash sighed. "Always be true to yourself, Rally. Even when you are scared, know that your will is that of iron. You are strong, but do not be afraid to rely on others just as they will one day rely on you."
The Riolu looked the Sandslash in the eyes, a glistening innocence radiating from them. "I...I want to be strong..."
The Sandslash smiled before softly stroking the Riolu's face with her claw. "Rally, dear, you are strong. You just don't know it yet. But one day, there will be a group you call your friends who'll rely on you. That day, you'll realize just how much power you truly possess. Never give up on yourself, sweetie, because we all believe in you."
The Riolu sniffled once again before nodding. "I promise, Auntie. I promise..."