<b>Steven / Eleyna</b><br/><br/>Eleyna squinted beneath the brim of her hat. She had no real answer for Steven.<span style="color: blue">I don't know... where do you go when you're the first one there?</span><br/><br/>The field of grass was punctuated by shrubbery, and the sound of insects among the shrubs and tress was heavy in the air. The loud, shrill chirp of seccedas mixed with the wash of waved battering the shore behind them. It was hot as well, so close to the sea. The humidity beaded sweat on Eleyna's skin and made her wish she could loosen the jacket and let her skin breath a little. Scyther peered across the grass, pensively waiting, as a predator in the grass.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">I guess... wherever.</span>She started forward, her damp clothes heavy and grasping on her skin. The tall grass was sharp, pricking at her bare legs with the few strands that drifted up her yukata past her boots.<br/><br/>As they wandered inland, Eleyna was surprised by what she perceived as a lack of Pokemon. Or maybe it was simply an expectation that had been subverted in her own mind. She gauged the area. The north yielded to overgrown outcroppings and boulders scattered about tall bamboo shoots which drifted left and right in the breeze. Pockets of trees and hillocks spread out between the fields of grass and wild shrubbery.<br/><br/>She kept on, heading for the largest swell of earth with the idea of elevation providing them with a good view of something. As they moved, the oppressive heat hung on them, stuck to them. Even the otherwise simply hike up the hill proved a challenge and by the team they were at its modest peak, Eleyna was laden with sweat and thirsty. She dropped her bag and withdrew a bottle of water, taking a long drink from it. She took off her hat and ran her sleeve across her face, her unkempt black hair not taking the conditions well.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Well... holy crap. Its really hot.</span>She stated the obvious. She turned in place, looking out over the landscape. Still there was nothing but the constant chirping of insects in mating season.<span style="color: blue">I mean, we could go north towards the mountain range, I guess. At least it might be cooler.</span>She looked at Steven.<span style="color: blue">What do you think?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>