The day was warmer than usual; winter often brought down cold rains and fierce blizzards upon Seloca, and West Angel City was one of the settlements that was heavily impacted. Cars wouldn't start in the midst of a particularly brutal snowstorm, streets would be flooded with murky waters filled with frost. But that day was unlike any other winter afternoon. The sun shone down upon the concrete forest, bathing the metropolis in a warm light. Fletchling and Pidgey squabbled over roosting spots closer to the sun. Pampered Furfrou pranced beside their owners as they carried out errands. Mightyena and Poochyena battled over scraps in alleyways. It was a warm Selocan day, and everyone was taking advantage of it. Even Wyeth was. Even though Wyeth wasn't that fond of heat, he was glad that they could have a break from the cold winds of winter. The black-haired young man's face was just as warm as the day as he strolled down the street, carrying himself with a swagger. Sombra, his Umbreon, padded beside him, her ears swiveling around to pick up the strange sounds of the city. Her crimson gaze drifted up to Wyeth as her tail swayed slowly. "Breeh." "It really is a nice day, isn't it, Sombra?" Wyeth answered her low bark, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It doesn't even feel like winter." "Umbre." He took the dark fox's purr as an agreement. Wyeth glanced down at her, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I wonder where everyone is," he continued the conversation with Sombra, feeling a bit childish for speaking so much to a creature that didn't speak English. "Probably doing some boring stuff. They'll probably come after me soon." "Reon!" Sombra barked again, her ears flattening slightly. It was nice to get off your feet every once in a while. Suzume's feet was covered with blisters that stung even when they weren't touched. It was a good thing that the Pokemon Center had seating. The soft cushioning of the sofa that rested in front of the front desk provided her with the comfort that she needed. The past few days were filled with pain and frustration. Lux, her Shinx, had been poisoned by a Weedle rather close to West Angel City, and Suzume rushed to the nearest Pokemon Center in a hurry. The poor electric lion cub was devastated by the poison coursing through her veins; Suzume knew that she wouldn't have lasted much longer if she took her time getting there. Basilisk was curled up beside her, his eyes half-lidded as he, too, rested. The serpentine Pokemon had been working hard all throughout their journey-- it was no wonder that he evolved rather quickly. Suzume glanced at her Servine, a broad smile crossing her face as she reached out to stroke his long, green body. He hissed in pleasure, rolling onto his back and kicking his stubby feet. The blonde-haired girl gigged as she rubbed his soft stomach. "You've done good, Basilisk. You're stronger than any Pokemon I know." The Servine poked out its forked tongue, smiling up at his trainer. "Viinee!" Of course, she had only said an empty compliment. There were Pokemon out there that they battled and only won because of luck. But Suzume didn't have the heart to put the poor snake-like Pokemon down after such a long trek.