Fyren Blino
Fyren jumped from the tree in a hurried manner; the Umbreon who was resting on his chest landed on the floor in a graceful, angry way. Fyr looked at Tywyll with sorry eyes who simply stared back with calm in his blood red eyes. If his Musharna hadn't eaten his nightmare without his permission, then he wouldn't have been so hyper. It was to be a lovely day, from what Fyr could see in the skies, and he jumped around happily, breathing in the air deeply. He choked, not used to such polluted air, and looked around. Buildings everywhere. To be honest, he was actually rather scared of the grey skyscrapers towering over him since he didn't even know they were buildings at first; he simply guessed from all the people going in and out.
"Oer!"
The boy had been in, or rather, near the city for a total of twenty-six hours and counting. He held an Umbreon in his arms while an Espeon rested on his shoulders. Due to the early-ish hour, his other Pokemon were snoozing in their Pokeballs, not bothering to face the morning sun. He'd learnt a good lesson the last time he'd tried to make his Gengar, Doppel, stay awake before noon and he was rewarded with a day of being tripped up and shoved by thin air. Oh, how fun it was to have a ghost Pokemon, really.
He looked about excitedly, glancing around with a childish innocence in his eyes. Avane stared at him, her boyish face melting into a smile. The only other Pokemon awake, a content looking Sableye was walking alongside his sister, who suddenly looked like she wanted to murder something precious in her life when she noticed Mira clinging around her again. Well, not like Fyren much cared or noticed, too busy jumping everywhere and asking an inexplicable amount of questions. If there was one thing Fyren was not, it was quiet.
Well, unless there were other people around. As they headed into the city, Fyren's voice came to a sharp halt and he slowed down momentarily to catch up with his sister. She wore her usual; a blindfold over her left eye and a large scarf covering most of her torso. If she wasn't wearing a skirt, it would have been near impossible to deem her either a girl or a boy.
And so Fyr walked on, occasionally turning around in annoyance at his older sister who seemed to be hanging back and taking in the sights. After all, that wasn't what they were there for. . . .
He could be here. He could be anywhere, back in his home region even, but he could have been here. Fyr told himself, checking every single nook and cranny. Tywyll, the Umbreon, let out his cry multiple times to grab his trainer's attention, and when he did he only stared at him for a few blank seconds before signalling his head to where he thought he should go.
It didn't take much time for him to be lost in the crowd.
A wave of panic washed over the boy. Even in this beautiful city, he felt worried and turning around showed him why. His sister was gone, completely out of sight. Ans he was alone in this gigantic city; the first he'd ever been in, no less. Goleuni had disappeared also, but he was probably with Diavane. Social protocol was still new to him and therefor out of the window. An old lady edged her way over to him and asked him if he was 'quite alright'. Naturally, he looked puzzled for a second before he remembered the urgent phrases his sister had told him to say.
"L-Lost!" Fyr said quickly, before scrutinising the crows once more. "Have you s-s. . . . seen and blue girl?" When he said blue, he motioned his own hair so as to help her think of his sister. The woman looked around and shook her head, looking apologetic as she gave him some sweets, although they were for Tywyll. He nodded, waving her off before prodding Ty in the stomach. The Pokemon looked at him quickly before letting out his cry and it was returned by the cry of an Espeon, getting further and further away though the city.
Fyr himself ended up on some side street, his hands undoing the soft green bandana around his eyes and retying it quickly. He planned to find a bench or something so he would stay still. After all, his father had always told him to stay put when he was lost so his sister could find him.
Thoughts and memories going through his head halted quickly as he bumped into something, completely knocking said thing to the ground as well as himself.
Not 'thing'. he thought, rubbing his back as he looked at the pink-haired individual in front of him. Human. Fyr's eyes looked at the pink-haired boy. He was dressed weirdly, though Fyr couldn't talk because he was wearing a normal black vest, though a baggy yellow zip-up jumper covered his torso and his knee length shorts were getting big since he had lost weight as they neared the city and he stopped eating as many fruits and vegetables since they tasted odder than the ones in Phlox Village and the Florens Woods.
The blue-haired boy looked over the boy in front of him and stared, before his eyes wandered to the small Cubone. He gasped quickly and his eyes widened, before shuffling on his bottom so he was closer to the person he'd knocked over. Though he'd heard about Cubones and he knew a lot about Pokemon, they were rare where he usually resided. "Hello! Did I hurt you? I'm very sorry." he said in his own, strange language. It usually seemed to calm Pokemon since it sounded graceful and the syllables all worked together to make a speech which sounded like a poem.
Tywyll jumped from his arms and sniffed the Cubone quickly, seemingly on guard of his trainer. "Tywyll, it's okay. I know you're 'careful', but it's fine." Fyren whispered, calming the Pokemon enough for him to return to his arms. He still stared at the Cubone warily and snuggled his body closer to Fyr's for comfort. He received the desired attention when the teen put his hand on his head, stroking carefully and kindly. Tywyll finally looked away from the other Pokemon and his eyes drifted to the floor. A voice behind him made him jump quickly and he turned his head slowly. His tomboy-of-a-sister was practically stomping her way over to him. Fyr's rubbed his head awkwardly before he was about to stand. The girl kicked his shoulder quickly down so he was lying on the floor trying to grab and kick at her ferociously, completely different from before. He'd hit his head, and it had pissed him off to a violent extent.
He seemed to hiss words at her which simply made her laugh maliciously, sticking her tongue out. Fyren scratched her leg, though she was wearing the dark bandages he usually wore to protect himself from injuries. His blue hair covered his face as he growled like a Pokemon himself before he calmed himself. He sat up, shooting dagger-looks at his sister while he stood and offered a hand to the pink-haired boy on the floor.
"Bitch." he spat, frowning deeply. Oh, how his good mood had been ruined quickly.
Diavane simply grinned, looking more boyish than ever. Fyren kicked at her but she jumped back quickly. "If you don't stop, I'll make you." she warned back, her grey eye showing a slightly angered spark. So he decided he had won the argument. "Excuse my brother. He doesn't know how to act around others." Avane said to the boy on the floor. She took in the Cubone, but didn't seem as amazed as her brother. Her brother who, after being split from her, seeming more interested in greeting his Espeon, Goleuni, and nuzzling his velvety fur as the Pokemon jumped onto his neck and looked at him chidingly, as if she were disappointed. The blue-haired girl sighed, turning back to the boy on the floor. It seemed Fyr still had his hand extended so she went though her bag for an outdated map which was given to her by Juren. She checked the area and sighed. Tywyll and Goleuni seemed not to react and they definitely would if their father was there. But there was still a chance. "Fyren! Apologise."
Fyren blinked, before putting his hands in front of him carefully. Making two little fists and pressed them together in front of his heart before spreading his fingers out and faced them towards the boy on the floor before he sighed and walked away, playing a game of chase with the Umbreon around the two. Avane sighed, offering her own hand to help the boy up. "That means 'sorry, thank you'."