A steel gauntlet covers a yawn, and once golden eyes open again, they fix on the fields... on those green plains that look so very soft and peaceful. Surely there's something there, right? Some Pokémon that isn't slumbering?

Soon, one will appear.

They always do.

Tuesday is sure of it, and because she is, she readies her spear, every muscle tensing in anticipation.

With the Doduo gone, they continue onwards, and this may just be the longest Tuesday and Orm have been quiet ever since they met. How long can they keep it up? She's not sure, to be honest, but for now, seated on a saddle on the dragon's back as she is, she's pretty damn content with this.

Deciding not to break their silence, she caresses the Dragonair's side, feeling his scales beneath the leather of the underside of her gauntlets.

She pats the Dragonair to indicate a job well done, and without even dismounting, Tuesday summons her Golden Pokéball. She doesn't even bother with using the spear's command word. It's not needed this time.

All it really takes for the Klink to fall after their combined attack is Orm smacking it with his tail, hard. He knocks the poor Klink back. It hadn't stood a chance and now it's left to be caught by the sphere that the Alchemist so casually throws.

Only then does she speak up.

"I think I have some more time before we call it a night. What do you say?"

<'Ha. Hell yeah. Let's hunt!'>