<b><span style="font-size: 15px">Round Primary</span></b><br/><br/><br/><br/>Eleyna bounced in the water, splashing and spraying water in her excitement. She gave Lydia a big a hug and laughed triumphantly.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Oh! Did you see that? Pokemon, hah! We could'a taken him on our own!</span>She pumped her fist triumphantly, her hat sitting askew on her new wet hair, never mind the red marks left from where the Tentacool had grabbed her.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Hahahaha! Nothing stands in our way! We're the best of the best, driven, triumphant! We're not stopping till we stand at the very top of that rise! Out of the way, world! Here... we...</span>She waved her arms in exaggerated displays of power as she pointed up to the moon, out across the bay... and found herself looking at a Tentacruel, floating casually on the surface looking at them.<span style="color: blue">...come.</span><br/><br/>It had come to the aid of the tentacool.<br/><br/>The hovering Scyther's head drooped in dismay as he placed the flat side of his blade arm against his forehead. He shook his head.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Well, well well... You're big.</span>Eleyna grinned as the surprised wore off. She reached up and revered her hat on her head, the boulder badge pinned to its back gleaming above the sharp grin the crossed her face.<span style="color: blue">Seen bigger.</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Machoke looked at Naomi sympathetically and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder.  He tapped his head a few times then pointed at Steven, then pantomimed the waving away of the thought. He gave a short grunt as he eye'd her up and down in exaggerated appraisal of the girl. He tried to make her feel better by giving a whistle and wink. Nodding in appreciation and adding a thumbs up at the end.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Among the festival revelers, there the dancing continued, changing out who it was that was dancing as villagers grew tired, or sought refreshment or other entertainment. Brollem sat near the sake, the rosy color of his cheeks not hiding a hint of melancholy behind his eyes.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, at the edge of the festival, Brollem's Graveler and Primeape were entertaining some of the villagers with a display of fighting and rock prowess. Graveler, always wearing a perpetually stoic look had been painted in Kabuki style leading to a somewhat humorous mismatching of expression. They performed combat maneuvers with some of the left over planks and posts from the festival preparations. Graveler tossed a post into the air, and Primeape lept up off his back, twisting in mid air and delivering a powerful kick, embedding the post into the ground, which he landed upon with agility.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>