Sammy
He'd never quite taken the time to enjoy things before. When he first left Blackthorn, he remembers running through the woods at breakneck pace, eager to get down the mountain and to the first Gym he could complete. Then, in the Pokémon League, it was all work, training to keep up with the other Elite Four, and then to conserve his position as Champion. Now that he's decided to step away from it all, he's seeing things he never would before. 

Everyone's been (mostly) welcoming as of late, but for now, he much prefers the quiet of Sigford Forest. It reminds him a lot of home. No one can bother them up in the mountains. The air is clearer down here, though, and the waters are calm, unlike the Lake of Rage. Lance might try his hand at some fishing. He's never been particularly excellent at it, but it's never too late to start. Especially since now, it feels like he has all the time in the world...
Patricia
*A Sceptile would appear from a cliff, landing into the Lake. It seemed as if it took a hit*
Billie
*Following the Sceptile was an Aggron. It began to slam its fists onto the Sceptile, but the Forest Lizard held strongly, and knocked the Aggron back
Deanna
**"Atta there! Hold your position! Make sure to apply force!"**
*Brendan was monitoring his Pokémon. Every once in a while Champions had to train to get stronger. That's exactly what Brendan was doing: Getting Stronger*
Sammy
....Well, he supposes fishing is out of the question. A Sceptile falling into the water would've scared all the Pokémon away. Holding up his cape to prevent getting wet from the splash, Lance looked over to Dragonite, specifically, Chubs. It looked back at him with an expression of pity. Yeah, he was looking forward to fishing too. He quietly pats it on its head, then looks out towards the lake, where the battle was taking place. Sceptile versus Aggron. Sceptile is certainly faster, and it has a type advantage, but Aggron seems capable of taking hits.

And then there was the Trainer watching them - the Hoenn Champion, Brendan. He'd heard of him before. Lance was still curious about that thing on his head. It couldn't be his hair... Right? No, that's impossible. He's still a kid. He wouldn't have gone prematurely grey that easily. Lance, on the other hand - upon reaching for a bit of his hair, he noted small, silver strands. He guesses he really is getting old.
Deanna
*Brendan noticed Lance on the other side. He quickly whistled, calling back his Pokémon*
**"We'll pick up where we left off next time"** *He informed them*
*Brendan then walked over to the Dragon trainer to greet him. He wasn't expecting running into anyone today, but it was always a delight*
**"Sorry if we got in the way... I mean judging from the looks of things we ruined fishing day, huh?"**