“It’s an easy ride from here on out.”
"Easy ride?" retorted Barry with a familiar spark of energy in his eyes. "I’m just getting warmed up!"
However, as Clair confidently took to the mountains decline, the blond realized that the Gym Leader was, in fact, telling the truth. Sentret ran up the sides of trees over fluttering Butterfree to get a glimpse at the mysterious couple as Barry clambered down the mountain behind his “date”.
“Wow…" the trainer breathed, for once stunned speechless by the beauty surrounding Clair’s secret location. A sparkling river ran alongside the pristine dirt path that the two had been walking along, and the trees and grasses were alive with chirping Pidgey and chattering Bellsprout and Oddish. It was a Pokemon paradise…and in the middle of this haven, there was Clair’s cabin, built from sturdy oak and seeming to blend in with its surroundings like some sort of square tree.
Watching the boy gush with wonder, Clair held a hand to her mouth, giggling. “Yes, I did help in building it, but it was more of a project between myself and the other Dragon Tamers.” She reminisced, thinking back to her childhood, when she and several others were instructed to build the cabin. In that strange sort of workshop, Clair was given the task of not fighting against an opponent, but working alongside them. “It was actually a lot of fun. I was pretty tough, even as a 9 year old.”
There he stood, the beginnings of a cold-sweat coursed through him as he desperately waited for the girl to reply. She looked a little bothered by his intrustion.
She watches as the man gets comfortable across from where she is sitting; in all honesty, Clair wasn’t expecting any company, and yet here it is. Sighing, she takes a few bites, avoiding any and all eye contact while trying her best to look uninterested in his conversation.
"I’ve picked it up as a little side thing since being the Sunyshore Gym Leader has gotten to be very boring."
Another morning, another day to find something to keep himself occupied until the next morning, then he could look for something else to do until that day ended. With a long sigh Volkner couldn’t urge himself out of his bed, he wasn’t lazy or anything it was just… all the luster life had held for him had simply vanished.
Dutiful as ever, it wasn’t until Blackthorn had hit a trainer drought that Clair decided her interests needed a rekindling. Off she went, throughout Kanto and Hoenn and Unova, following her wanderer’s spirit, this time indulging in leisure, and leaving the battling behind.
It proved to be a wonderful change of pace. Over the course of a week or so, she’d seen and done a lot of various activities; from attending her first baking class, a cape-fitting, a visit to a spa, and even checking out a club. The Blackthorn native hadn’t ever seen anything of the sort; music was pumping louder and lights flashed brighter than even in the most heated of Tournament arenas. People, carefree, grinding along with one another, personal space being a thing of the past. Clair was a bit of a secret lover of electronic music, but being immersed in it in such a setting was another story.
"Did you hear? Someone glued all the erasers in all the classes on the second floor!"
"Is it the same person who put those fake rubber mice in the girl’s changing rooms?"
"Maybe. Who do you think it is though? My money is on that troublemaker in Class 2-A. The one with yellow hair, blue eyes and annoyingly loud. From what I heard…"
"Whoever this prankster is, they sure aren’t letting up."
"I know! It’s as if each of these stunts are becoming more elaborate as time goes on. I’m beyond curious at this point."
"At least we didn’t encounter any of the mice today…"
"Oh! Clair, I suppose you aren’t planning to eat in the cafeteria again today..?"