[Bombay]

What started out as a relaxing day for the pokemon turned into a chore when she met this bratty little trainer. Now, she has no problems with humans, she quite enjoys their company. Some days she even lets the children braid her hair, or helps kind explorers get berries, but if there’s one thing she can’t handle, it’s ego. Being a psychic type pokemon, she picks up on things like this much easier than others, and ego burns like a headache.

Making easy work of the boy’s team, she knows one more good attack will knock out this last pokemon, and all she can do is hope it’s the last one. Levitating this tree pokemon off the ground, she slammed them right back down before she placed a hand on her hip almost daring him to throw something else out. A stern motherly glare comes from the pokemon as she looks the boy up and down hoping this intimidation would make him run for the hills.