Post by theik on Jan 18, 2008 8:17:35 GMT -5
"But mom, I'll promise I'll be careful. I'll make sure to keep taking my medication on time!"
The conversation was still freshly printed into his mind, the conversation that he and his mother had over his desire to leave home, at least for a short while, to become a Pokémon trainer, or a breeder, perhaps. And while his father had agreed on the fact that the fresh air, and the small trips couldn't possibly make his condition any worse, his mother had not agreed, at all.
She was ever worried, never trusting his judgement over her own. Of course, Narash understood that his mother was just worried for his health, but surely he was old and wise enough to take care of himself by now? He wasn't exactly foolish enough to get himself completely exhausted, knowing fully well that he would end up having breathing issues if he allowed that to happen. Besides, he would carry his medicines with him at all times, so what could possibly go wrong?
Eventually, his father had managed to convince his mother that he was more than capable of taking of himself, and she had grudgingly allowed him to carry on with his idea, as long as he promised not to stay away for long, and to stay clear of danger. The last thing she wanted was for her son to have a fall-back.
Still, there was still a long way to go before he would be able to finally venture further away from home, to learn more about the Pokémon in the Dianto region. His parents weren't about to let him just walk off to the other side of the world, so he would have to slowly build up the distance. But more important yet, he was going to need protection.
First steps first, after all. Without a Pokémon of his own to protect him, the journey would be far too dangerous. Not to mention the fact that he'd get rather lonely and bored, eventually. Luckily enough, Narash had been living in Honeydew Town for long enough to know the location of the laboratory, and the Pokémon on the way there were mostly peaceful things, more interested in his crumbs of bread than attacking him, at least as long as he stuck to the road.
The trip had left him breathless however, having gone far faster than was good for him in his excitement. Knocking on the door to make certain somebody was around to help him, he clutched a hand to his chest, trying to calm his breathing. Or perhaps it was simply the adrenaline rushing through his body.
Finally, he would be able to venture away from Honeydew.
The conversation was still freshly printed into his mind, the conversation that he and his mother had over his desire to leave home, at least for a short while, to become a Pokémon trainer, or a breeder, perhaps. And while his father had agreed on the fact that the fresh air, and the small trips couldn't possibly make his condition any worse, his mother had not agreed, at all.
She was ever worried, never trusting his judgement over her own. Of course, Narash understood that his mother was just worried for his health, but surely he was old and wise enough to take care of himself by now? He wasn't exactly foolish enough to get himself completely exhausted, knowing fully well that he would end up having breathing issues if he allowed that to happen. Besides, he would carry his medicines with him at all times, so what could possibly go wrong?
Eventually, his father had managed to convince his mother that he was more than capable of taking of himself, and she had grudgingly allowed him to carry on with his idea, as long as he promised not to stay away for long, and to stay clear of danger. The last thing she wanted was for her son to have a fall-back.
Still, there was still a long way to go before he would be able to finally venture further away from home, to learn more about the Pokémon in the Dianto region. His parents weren't about to let him just walk off to the other side of the world, so he would have to slowly build up the distance. But more important yet, he was going to need protection.
First steps first, after all. Without a Pokémon of his own to protect him, the journey would be far too dangerous. Not to mention the fact that he'd get rather lonely and bored, eventually. Luckily enough, Narash had been living in Honeydew Town for long enough to know the location of the laboratory, and the Pokémon on the way there were mostly peaceful things, more interested in his crumbs of bread than attacking him, at least as long as he stuck to the road.
The trip had left him breathless however, having gone far faster than was good for him in his excitement. Knocking on the door to make certain somebody was around to help him, he clutched a hand to his chest, trying to calm his breathing. Or perhaps it was simply the adrenaline rushing through his body.
Finally, he would be able to venture away from Honeydew.
