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He knew what he said. He knew he said he was excited. He remembered packing and being so excited to get going, to go and see the plains. To see the massive thunderstorms that he'd heard stories about. Hear the thunder rolling and feel it shaking his bones. He'd wanted to watch the lightning clash and streak through the sky. He'd been wanting to find some motivation to write a game for the Academy's F&F game, and views like that would have been perfect! He'd practically talked poor Adrol's ears off. He forced himself to shut it or else he was worried the Snivy would never speak to him again. He had been so, so, so excited.
But now, now that he was here...
It was so HOT!
They had come in the middle of a drought! Of all the bad luck, Boreas must have had the worst. Not only was there a drought, but he was fairly certain there must have been a wildfire raging somewhere in the distance. At first, he had thought the giant, billowing collum to the south was a thunder cloud moving in, but it soon became apparent that it was a massive plume of smoke.
This was absolutely miserable.
If it wasn't for the everpresent micro-halestorm that floated above Boreas' head, he was certain that both he and Adrol would have been cooked by the midday sun a while ago. Adrol would have had it particularly bad, due to his pigment condition. Boreas hoped that he wasn't too upset with him.
He looked to the pale pokemon, resting in the shade of the hale cloud.
"I'm sorry about this. Looks like we really did choose the worst time for this... Are you doing okay?"
The look on his face was both embarrassment and concern.
Boreas the Amara - 7 Energy