Lydia had slept that night in her tent. She had insisted on it rather than looking for lodging that was no doubt available in the village. As before she did not want to get accustomed to fine bedding before setting off on her journey. This night, however, she could not get over her sense of unease. She had acquired a new Pokemon, it was true and that was an excellent development, but the thought of what had happened at the festival kept her awake well until the late night, staring at the thin canvas of her tent as the dim light of the stars and moon shone through it. Sleep came late, but came it did.<br/><br/>She was up not long after, when mist was still clinging to the ground and the morning sky was still deep orange with the rising sun. She was tired but the excitement of journey's beginning meant she was swiftly out of her thin bedroll. First things first she needed to tend to Rufflet. Tentacool was in bad shape as well but she would attend to him when she had more time by the water.<br/><br/>She brought Rufflet out from his Pokeball and gave him a quick look over. His condition wasn't nearly as bad as she had worried, looking him over he had a few long feathers askew and a generally poor attitude but was otherwise fine. Still, Lydia saw to the task of feeding him and straightening his feathers as he preened himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">"You did excellently" </span>She smiled at him as he continued to work his beak into his feathers as Lydia packed up her campsite. "<span style="color: gray">And you should be proud of yourself."</span>She smield as the small ruffled bird gave her a look which assured her he was in fact VERY proud of himself.<span style="color: gray">"Of course of course."</span>Lydia nodded<span style="color: gray">"Nothing less than total success for you." </span>She grinned at the Rufflet's almost arrogant demeanor. Pleased with his work on the feathers and Lydia's compliments, he hopped atop her shoulder as she finished her work.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">"Oof..." </span>Her camping materials were heavy. She had packed as light as she could, but when you had to carry everything on your back weight could add up quickly. She had on her usual thick coat, loosely buttoned at the top to give her soem ventilation before setting off back towards the nearby village. It did not take her long to find the other gathered trainers, all of them geared and ready to get going by the look of things. Smiling as she approached, Rufflet still on her shoulder, she joined them as they were led by Brollem to the pier, curious as to his purpose.<br/><br/>When she saw the boat Lydia's mouth opened in surprise.<span style="color: gray"> "A boat? W-well that is a very kind gesture!"</span>She bowed her head deepy to Brollem, a gesture Rufflet took offense to as he almost lost balance on her shoulder.<br/><span style="color: gray">"I am afraid we are in need of lessons."</span>She nodded at Naomi's words.<span style="color: gray">"I cannot say I have ever driven a boat before."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>