(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/Heather_zpsjdqftg33.png)<br/><br/>Heather had, back when she was just a little girl with a Ralts, been as far from a 'morning person' as it had been possible to get, finding the comfort of bed, especially with the warmth of another body next to her, far superior to getting up. A lifetime of training later, and she still had the same view on things. The fact that it was far from unusual to spend the night with her arms wrapped around one of her pokemon had led to certain rumours of course, but her relationship with her pokemon, while definitely close and intimate, was utterly nonsexual. She just preferred their company to the point that when the boat arrived, she had to force herself to disentangle her arms from the Roserade her arms had been wrapped around and the Gallade who held her, before she made herself presentable and stepped out onto the island.<br/><br/>Terra, the Roserade, had elected to remain outside of her pokeball, clearly enjoying the sun while Galahad ... well, by this point Heather doubted that either of them would know what to do if they weren't following each other. It was, she had often reflected, something of a pity that he wasn't human, or that she wasn't a Gardevoir.<br/><br/>Her approach to where her presence had been requested was a leisurely affair as she made no effort to hurry and instead took in the sights as she made her way along. Said sights, unfortunately, included a number of people at the place where she had expected Professor Vine, some of whom she recognized, at least by reputation.<br/>Beneath the parasol that shaded her face, she frowned. People were always more trouble to deal with that they were worth.