The Pursuit of Joy

Lumina stared up at the dark mountain thoughtfully. Rumours floated around Grassveil that the Black Spear Mountain Range hid rare items like a Honchkrow hoarded gold. It was even rumoured that the elusive Joy Ribbon could be found in the mountains. Lumina wasn't sure if the rumours were true, but she supposed it couldn't hurt to search.

She paced around the bottom of the mountain for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to go about scaling the mountain. She didn't want to set off a rockfall, that was for sure. She hated rocks and dirt, especially when ground and rock type pokemon threw them at her.

Lumina sighed. The only way she was going to find out was to try. So she started up the steep mountain, trying to find a trail on the rocky outcrop without much luck.

After his return to the Small Pond, Deimos had set off again on his travels, this time to a somewhat familiar location, the mountainous location, Black Mist. It admittedly had only been a relatively short time since he'd last been here, but he had found the place interesting, well suited to what he was used to. In silence he approached the mountain, heading towards the same path that he had previously traversed... there had to be more to this place than that statue that Servine had led him to prior... there must be something to learn or something of value there, that was the feeling he had about this place.

Letting off a sigh once he reached the path, he quietly began walking up the path, wanting to avoid drawing any major attention if it was possible. So far, everything seemed normal... nothing caught his eye in particular... a slow start it seemed.

Lumina slipped a few times on the rocks and stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She tried not to look over the cliff that was to her right. She really didn't want to see how far she would fall if she fell over the edge. Claws slid out of her paws and dug into the hard ground beneath her. She did not want to fall.

She looked up at the mountain again and hoped dearly that she would find a trail soon. A trail meant other pokemon, which she was loathe to meet, true, but trails meant a relative safety net, as many pokemon had taken the trails before and thus the rocks underfoot were far less likely to slide her off the edge.


(Energy: 30 - 16 = 14)

Deimos was still walking up the path in silence... there was no need for any words to be uttered right now, and he didn't like the idea of speaking when it might just draw attention... then again, that was normal with Deimos. His thoughts admittedly were elsewhere right now, he was thinking of what had happened back at the Small Pond, his encounter with Ramira there. mentally he cursed at himself due to how terrible he was at these kind of matters... why had it been so difficult? Why could he not bring himself to say it without such difficulty?

Shaking his head to get his mind off of those thoughts, he returned his attention to the road ahead, not wanting to accidentally stray into unfamiliar territory without any real landmark to go off.