There was a small light shimmering in the distance now, but Valentine wasn't sure if it was real. This place was known for fairy lights and will-o-the-wisps and such, after all. She was probably better off not following it, not getting her hopes up...

...but then she heard a noise, a rustling of leaves that might have just been the wind playing tricks on her but might have been the call of a wild Pokemon just waiting to be found, and Valentine gave up any pretense of being cautious and headed straight for the source of the noise, which proved to be in the same direction as that eerie glow...

When so much of her time in game is spent at the Misty Timberlands, some sights don't really surprise Tuesday. For example: that of a new player struggling against a wild Sneasel. Some pokémon out here can be pretty tough, can't they?

She watches for a moment before deciding to step in, and when she does step in, it's a Charcadet that she calls out of a golden pokéball. A new pokémon she has not named just yet.

"Give our friend out there a hand." The woman of feline ears tells the Fire Child Pokémon, who in turn nods and runs towards the Sneasel, shooting EMBERS at it.

"No worries, we got this!"

The way she beams is as radiant as it is full of confidence, her smile a perfect string of pearls that lies marked by the sharpness of canines. She speaks with the assurance of someone who has done this a million times before, because she might as well have, and even if she hadn't, Tuesday is not the sort of person to ever doubt herself.

"You just gotta keep at it. It's a little pokémon, don't let it scare you."

The comment is meant as much for Valentine as it is meant for her little Charcadet, though fear is far from what the Fire Child displays. It charges once again, relentless.