"That was my plan as well." The girl nodded and sat near the little circle.  "I'm Petra, but my friends call me Spectra." The glowing figure peeped over her shoulder and  eased into the fire light.  A muted green Misdreavus who floated just above Petra's shoulder and scanned the little group.  She looked to her trainer and seemed to find nothing suspicious about them.  She faded from view.<br/><br/>Petra watched her leave and sighed.  "She's not really the sociable type, but she is a very kind pokemon... Oh! That was Ginger and this is Thomas." She petted the soft feathers around the Torchic's comb.  "I really didn't have a whole lot of... useful pokemon to stand against  Brock's rock-types.  But thankfully I have two grass and they did the trick."<br/><br/>She made herself a little more comfertable and slipped her feet out of her shoes and spread her toes in the grass.  It was the dry crunchy sort that she never liked but it was a nice contrast to the warmth of her shoes.