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White Apple Wind
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>Head home and pick up supplies.
Good idea. If your parents are experienced explorers themselves, they'll definitely know what to pack with you on your long journey. You bid farewell to Olive and Elvara, for now, and dash out the door. Passing by everything on your way out, a strong sense of belonging can be felt. This'll be your home...these Pokemon will be your comrades...it sends shivers down your spine. You burst through the gates of the Guild fort, running as fast as you can back home. Passing Pokemon wave to you, thrilled by your excitement, especially the older ones. Over the bridge and to your house, you spot your Mother tending to the garden. She notices you and looks up, smiling.
>"Mom! Mom! I got sent on a mission!"
"Oh really? Already? Oh Fritzy!" She embraces you in a tight hug, giggling. "How wonderful! I wish I could go with you...but I'm much too old now, hehe. Oh! You need supplies! Come, come, I'll help you get ready. Where are you going?"
>"Mt. Frost."
"Ohhh, that's quite the journey, for such a small Pokemon too..."
>"It's ok. I'll be with another team, a team that's way more experienced!"
"Ahh, what a relief!" Your Mother ushers you inside, your Father reading the local paper. "Dear! Dear! Fritzy got sent on a mission! To Mt. Frost!" He looks up from his paper, chuckling.
"HA! IS THAT SO?! THAT'S MY BOY! GET RIGHT IN THERE!" He slaps his knee, obviously amused by this recent development. "WHEN DO YOU LEAVE?"
>"Tomrrow!"
You enthusiastically respond, puffing your chest out. Your Mother takes your backpack and runs upstairs with it, returning a few minutes later. The backpack is significantly heavier...filled with various seeds, berries, elixirs, orbs, apples and such. "Oh this should be plenty. If you need anything it should be in here...food, tools, medicine...and here." She pulls out a green, woven scarf and wraps it around your neck. "It's a Defense Scarf. It'll protect you from attacks, while also keeping you warm..." She stands back up, placing her hands on her face. "Oh my little Fritzy...I'm so proud..." She wipes a few tears from her eyes, sniffling.
"AHH! STOP BEING EMOTIONAL, DANA...Y-YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME TEAR UP!" Your Father stands up and picks up you from the ground. "DON'T GO DYING ON US, THEN."
"Richard!" Your Mom snapped at him, slapping his arm. "WHAT?! IT'S REAL ADVICE! GET OUT THERE AND SHOW EM' YOUR STUFF, BOY!"
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