PK took this chance to walk along the stony roads that led from shop to shop. There was still some sort of festival or something going on (which, truthfully, still agitated our little black Kecleon); there were often celebrations thrown together for any sort of occasion that popped into the festivities plannersí heads. What better way to attract visitors (and money) than to always have good times planned into the schedule? PK couldnít really think of any. It was why she had realized what a good chance it had been to organize Sorbetís party...
Sorbetís party for a made up birthday. There was no way, absolutely none, that it could have really been his birthday. She didnít really want to question it, but did want to know why he had lied about it. After dodging the question a few times he finally answered that everyone needed a reason to get together and enjoy each othersí company. It was as close to an admittance as she would get, she figured. Of course, it had been a lot of work and planning, and as such she had forgotten her own very real, not made up birthday until the day of destruction had arrived. It wasnít a giant deal, as birthdays come and go every year, she knew, but it was simply the disastrous cherry to a terrible cake (if such a thing could exist).
Not really paying attention to the course her feet had started her on, she realized that she had migrated from the main roads and had started toward the beach. And why not? She hadnít gotten to feel the squishy sand or foamy water beneath her toes for long enough that it was hard to really recall the sensation. And besides, being out in the open air and walking some had helped to quell her queasy belly. She felt a little better with each step. Sometimes it was hard to remember that just keeping moving could make you feel better.
So she moved toward the ocean. There was something of interest, a white and yellow speck, out floating on the water. She moved closer. There were plenty of Pokemon playing along the beach itself, running around and tossing balls and participating in every other jovial activity you could imagine taking place over the sand. There were groups of them in clusters in the first couple of waves, the safe ones. But this speck, it was further out than the others. It was in the section of water which was generally unsafe for the general populace, for the fact that you might be bitten by a Sharpedo or stung by a Tentacool and drowned. It was usually easy to spot them in the shallow water, but in the deep parts...
Ignoring everyone else, and everyone else ignoring and avoiding PK, she made her way to the edge. She had no idea why curiosity would drive her so, but it did. Squinting to lessen the glare off of the beautifully clear and reflective waves, she finally was able to make out the shape. It was a Pelipper. Well, that explained that. Pelipper were great at catching fish, so...Well, thatís kind of boring
, she thought. I was kind of hoping thereíd be... what? I donít know. I donít know what I was hoping to find out there.
Mildly defeated at her unsatisfactory find (and bored at that), PK sat down on the wet sand. Occasionally, the water would rise up to meet her toes. After a couple of minutes, she decided that high afternoon was a fine time to be sunbathing. She adjusted her position mindfully of her tail and laid down on her back. Her little back fins and head frills dug into the malleable sand. Like most days in Alomomola City and its surrounding beach, it was a cloudless day, happily allowing PK to catch the sunís rays uninhibited.
This might have been the end of the story, and it might have concluded with PK having nothing more to do with that fellow she left behind and eventually patching things up herself, but thatís not how fate decided things would go. Nope, not at all! Fate had more months of heart wrenching indecision planned out for our dimmed guild leader. Why donít we go listen in on one of the reliable future diviners of the city to get a good grasp on the situation?
Part 12 of "The Dates"