A Nomad's Travel

Narima the lucario had finally made it to the outskirts of Rainfront Town. She just had to make it past Pricklemist Hill and restock her inventory, then she'd be on her way. A cool breeze blew in her face, causing the acarf around her neck to flap itself. She sensed the many aura of the town, some tainted by evil though it wasn't her business, she was simply a peacefull traveler passing through.

Fira was resting in a tree near the outskirts of town. She could feel a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, and had almost fallen asleep, when she heard someone passing nearby. She lazily opened her eyes and looked around.

With a steady pace Narima tread on, not even acknowledging the other pokemon's presence. Her only goal was to travel and so that's what she did.

Fira looked around some more, not noticing any sign from whatever was there. She finally noticed a Lucario moving steadily, not even stopping. I wonder where they're going? Fira thought to herself. The Torchic jumped down to some lower branches and started to follow the lucario.

Even though she knew she was being followed, Narima kept going. A minute wasted is a minute full of exploring wasted to her. Her scarf suddenly blew off of her neck from a sudden gust and fluttered into the distance. She spun around in the direction it had blown up and ended up facing the torchic. She didn't really have much to say, but the pokemon was in her was and she wasn't much of a bold type. Instead, she stoodthere staring at the orange stranger.

Fira smiled, not surprised at the Lucario's knowledge of being followed. She smiled at the stranger, and asked "Hello. Are you lost?" In the nicest way she could.

It wasn't on Narima's schedule to run into obstacles.
"No," she said, replying with only a single word.