A perfectionist at heart, Lydia stayed behind even after Brollem had sounded the call to stop and the others had left. She made sure the last nail was fully in place and had stacked the remaining boards up neatly. By the time she was finished, she swiftly realized the others had started to move on, and hurried after them. Seeing as there was likely no loose metal lying around, Kat was soon waddling at her side. The peg-legged Aron was small but dense, making a distinct muffled thud with each small step as they hurried after the rest of the group.<br/><br/>She caught up in time to hear one of the villagers ask why they had come and the responses. She stayed quiet until the rest had spoken before chiming in herself.<br/>"<span style="color: Gray">My Father and I lived in a rather secluded village. He made pokeballs for the rare trainer that came through and I likely would have followed in his footsteps, but I had what my Father called the 'Wanderlust of Youth' and never did like staying home. I kept venturing further and further away until he took me aside one day..."</span>She did her best to imitate her Father's gruff voice, the kind used by an older man who worked with his hands for a living and had to speak through a large mustache.<br/><span style="color: Gray">"And he said 'Lydia, you keep venturing further out and one day you'll forget to come back. If that's how you are, then the least I can do is make sure you're ready to keep on going.' So he gave me some supplies and in a few days I was off on my own. I thought at first that I might just travel until I found a calling, but I found that I had a better knack for training Pokemon and backpacking than for any odd jobs I picked up. So I suppose you could say one day I started walking and I've been walking since. As for the danger...well, fortune favors the bold, as they say."</span>She finished with a smile.<br/><br/>They seemed to settle to a stop as the food began to flow, Lydia recognized Aiko from town though she'd rarely gotten the chance to speak to her.<span style="color: Gray">"Ah well I'm from up North, a much colder climate than here."</span><br/><br/>As she spoke, she didn't notice Kat moving past her legs, the small but dense Pokemon shuffling past the shins of the gathered people in order to get a better look at what it likely conceived as competition.<br/>It was only after Lydia received her food and happily began to dig into it, while silently cursing the stick utensils she had to use, that she noticed the missing Steel pokemon.<br/><span style="color: Gray">"Where did she get off to now..."</span>She sighed.<br/>A hard kick of her heel into the ground was the signal Kat recognized as Lydia's way of saying "Get back before you get into trouble." and the Aron was soon shuffling back to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>