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The day was soft. That's how one could describe it. Soft. The sun was still high, but the air was quite cool and breezy. It had a spring-like feel to it, yet it was summer. It was a lazy day, a lazy Sunday. One where you just want to lay around until it's over, and just rest until you're ready for the next week.

The trees swayed softly in the wind, the grass rustling in response. The cool air brushed lightly through a small girl's blonde hair. She sat, quietly, hunched over, leaning onto her knees. Her bare toes curled, rocking herself back and forth upon the balls of her feet. Porcelain skin, with doll-like facial features, her eyes could be described as 'too blue.' Platinum tresses of hair cradled her delicate face, which held an out-of-place wisdom beyond her years.

The girl's rosy lips puckered together in a soft pout, as her eyes studying the creature sitting before her. Its eyes were large almonds, chocolatey and sweet, and they stared up at her, right back into her own eyes. Its tufted fur was dark,..yet not. It could be defined as a sandish color, but lightened, much more refined. Large, pointed ears stood at alert upon its head, and a fuzzy mane wrapped around its neck. It had small diminutive paws, which seemed awkward to the girl, when compared to the size of its fluffy tail.

The girl herself almost seemed to resemble her pokemon. She had a small, petite frame, with fragile, feminine hands, slender fingers and legs. However, she wore a large, puffy outfit. A pale pink corset wrapped around her torso, with a white cloth shirt beneath. Around her waist, was a large skirt. One of those old-fashioned ones, with a petticoat underneath. She was, in all appearance, a doll.

"I..wanted to be a poet." Her soft, dulcet voice said quietly. The eevee before her, only cocked its head to one side in a curious manner. But that was the truth, not a Pokemon Master, not a Pokemon Trainer, not anything like that. She wanted to be a poet.

Tentatively, her fingers reached forward, caressing the soft fur of the feline-esque animal, rewarded with its purr.

Her head tilted, every so slightly, as she and her Eevee picked up the sounds of shouts and the heavy, dampered thumps of boots. The path ran across from her, she could be easily seen from it. She didn't bother rising, she stayed crouched, her head simply turned to the side to look at the trail.

She finally turned, seating herself comfortably on the grass lotus-style. Her eevee mindlessly pounced into her lap, curling up there. Its owner ritually began to pet its fuzzy head, and cooed softly, "Issie Issie Issie.." The girl had nothing better to do than to sit and watch the day go by. On that same note, she watched the travellers go by. Silly stanzas flooded her head, poetic verses racking her brain, oh! if only she had paper and pen!

Staaare. That's all the girl did. With those two big, deep, blue eyes. Her mouth was moving slightly, still murmurring her companion's name in a soothing manner. The marionette of a human sat erect, unmoving. She didn't even make a slight effort to greet, she only wanted to watch her pass by.

The girl smiled, sweetly, mechanically. Her hand ceased its petting, and the eevee rose its head to nuzzle her fingers. "Her name is Issie." Her head tilted slightly, still smiling. "You have one too?" She was referring to the Poliwag that had returned to the trainer's pokeball.

Merely cocking her head to one side again, she smiled. Her eyes closed in the mock fashion of the anime '^_^' face, and quickly her lips parted into permit a giggle to pass. "Cute."

"A nice day," she said simply, in a fragmented statement. The delighted smile only broadening as her blue eyes roved briefly around the scenery before returning to the other.

The Eevee leapt from its master's lap, energetically looping circles around the Poliwag, mewing cheerfully.

"Here," her eyes sparkled in childish delight, "there." Her arms went up high above her head, "Everywhere!" In reality, she lived in the town the path led to. In a small home, with her father and brothers. She was the youngest, and the only one in the family who desired to be something other than a pokemon trainer.

"From where are you?"

The Eevee attempted to initiate a game of tag, pawing softly at the Poliwag and bounding off. Excitedly, it would flick its tail, ears perked up as it waited to be chased.