(quick)<br/><br/>Eleyna's arm, extended to return the Pokeball to Scarlett, dropped to her side as Scarlett continued on. It felt pointless to object. Eleyna wasn't even sure if she understood what to say, or how she felt. As she followed Scarlett, she looked out across the fields and toward the treeline, the leaves fluttering. She had built up an idea of what it was like to be a trainer, she had written her own story in her head before ever leaving home. The world was a fantasy, a fairy-tale, made to be perfect in a little girl's mind. But none of it was true, no step had been at all like she had thought it would be. She couldn't keep lying to herself, telling herself it would all work out in the end. The world wasn't like a story being told to a little girl by her mother while they lay in the grass on a summer's night, looking up at the moon.<br/><br/>Eleyna adjusted the bag on her shoulder and stepped around an overgrown rock in her path. She didn't know what the world was, didn't know what to expect. And until she could wrap her head around it all, she had no place caring for or training a Pokemon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>