Snippet #1631652

Tyler stretched, waiting until the last Ferry would arrive, and he promptly paid up, and sat down. It was getting pretty dark, so there was no way he could see much of the water. Torchic was taking his promised nap, leaving behind a few snores, still somehow clutching Tyler's Shoulders. He smiled, and hugged the flame bird, feeling the extreme warmth from it's belly. There wasn't much for him to think about, so he just sat there, ready to disembark when the time would come.

HE was afraid of going to sleep in his current state, so he focused on what might possibly lie ahead of this. Even weith his power up, Torchic still had one level before he could generate fire, witch meant more prolonged fights for Torchic until he pulled it off. He sighed, and felt the wind blow through his hair, and he looked up at the moon, staring at it as he had been prone too for so often. He felt the usual calming presence that he did, as he basked in it's light. So peacefull... so all knowing...

He yawned, and decided a nap would be best, knowing he would awake to the gentle rock of the ferry stopping, and the ferryman would probably shoo him off. Who cared about that, though? He was under the very moon, the orb of light that guided him more than the sun ever did.