Juniper had yet to receive a Pokemon meant for traveling yet - instead, her mother had offered her a pet Sewaddle instead, who chittered quietly at her side and bit at the grass beneath its feet. She was so close to turning 11 - perhaps days away - and the quiet girl often spent her time watching the trainers battle their Pokemon, wishing that she could fast-forward to the day she could join them.
The Sewaddle, as if sensing the gloomy child and her mood, chattered more loudly and tried to crawl itself into her lap, dragging its caterpillar-like body up onto hers and settling in easily. Another audible sigh from the young girl would sound and she'd drag a hand across the Pokemon's leafcrest easily. "Why do we have to wait so long, Sewaddle? We could beat them easily. Half of them don't know any of the type advantages."