Golden Ticket
May 11, 2020 23:11:23 GMT -8
Post by gbjelly on May 11, 2020 23:11:23 GMT -8
The sky above Kotoba city was clear and blue, its hues a graceful contrast to the muted reds and warm browns of the city’s old towers. The midday sun sparkled and danced through the water of a small fountain, the burbling of which filled the surrounding park with a peaceful ambiance. Small bird Pokemon hopped about in the grass or preened on low branches, watching passers by with sparkling eyes in hopes of catching a dropped crumb. A gentle breeze carried the verdant scent of freshly mown grass. The scenery was, in two words, absolutely picturesque.
Meanwhile, Sam Baker couldn’t draw a circle.
She leaned back against the bench and sighed. Her sketchbook page was full of wobbly shapes and half-finished construction lines, each crossed out with dark, precise strokes. A set of unruly ovals, meant to be a passing trainer’s Bulbasaur, quickly met the same fate. She spun her pencil between her fingers a few times before taking a deep breath and glancing around for a different subject.
There. A particularly large Pidove landed on the rim of the fountain, nearly soaking itself in the process. Sam worked quickly to sketch its basic shapes before it decided to try somewhere drier. Two ovals, lines and small circles for leg placement, teardrop wings… the drawing took shape quickly under her hand, even as her model flapped down to peck at something in the grass.
Once the sketch was complete, she couldn’t help but turn her sketchbook ninety degrees to see it from a different angle. The Pidove on the page was a faithful recreation of the Pidove currently strutting across the lawn, but…
Sam’s train of thought was interrupted by a disgruntled peep from her breast pocket. She smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry.” At the sound of her voice, a tiny white and yellow head poked out. “Did I wake you up, my dear?”
Caddy blinked and wiggled his way partly out of her pocket. The Cutiefly stretched his wings, then took to the air, buzzing around her head once before alighting on her sketchbook. He looked down at the drawing and chirped.
“What do you think? Am I getting better?” Sam tucked her pencil behind her ear and gently scratched Caddy’s chin, earning a contented hum. “The proportions are good, but I still can’t quite sketch quick enough to catch the pose.”
Caddy simply leaned into her hand, his wings fluttering. “You’re right,” she told him, “it’ll come. I just need more practice.” She tried to pull away and free up her hand, but the little Pokemon had put too much of his weight into it and lost his balance. He tumbled from the sketchbook, beeping as he fell, but managed to slow to a hover above her lap. His next chirp was indignant. “Oh, don’t look at me, you diva. All I did was stop petting you.”
In response, he simply flew back to the top of the sketchbook, settling with his back to Sam. She smiled and shook her head. Careful not to disturb her pouting Pokemon, she leaned back into the bench and took a deep breath.
Meanwhile, Sam Baker couldn’t draw a circle.
She leaned back against the bench and sighed. Her sketchbook page was full of wobbly shapes and half-finished construction lines, each crossed out with dark, precise strokes. A set of unruly ovals, meant to be a passing trainer’s Bulbasaur, quickly met the same fate. She spun her pencil between her fingers a few times before taking a deep breath and glancing around for a different subject.
There. A particularly large Pidove landed on the rim of the fountain, nearly soaking itself in the process. Sam worked quickly to sketch its basic shapes before it decided to try somewhere drier. Two ovals, lines and small circles for leg placement, teardrop wings… the drawing took shape quickly under her hand, even as her model flapped down to peck at something in the grass.
Once the sketch was complete, she couldn’t help but turn her sketchbook ninety degrees to see it from a different angle. The Pidove on the page was a faithful recreation of the Pidove currently strutting across the lawn, but…
Sam’s train of thought was interrupted by a disgruntled peep from her breast pocket. She smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry.” At the sound of her voice, a tiny white and yellow head poked out. “Did I wake you up, my dear?”
Caddy blinked and wiggled his way partly out of her pocket. The Cutiefly stretched his wings, then took to the air, buzzing around her head once before alighting on her sketchbook. He looked down at the drawing and chirped.
“What do you think? Am I getting better?” Sam tucked her pencil behind her ear and gently scratched Caddy’s chin, earning a contented hum. “The proportions are good, but I still can’t quite sketch quick enough to catch the pose.”
Caddy simply leaned into her hand, his wings fluttering. “You’re right,” she told him, “it’ll come. I just need more practice.” She tried to pull away and free up her hand, but the little Pokemon had put too much of his weight into it and lost his balance. He tumbled from the sketchbook, beeping as he fell, but managed to slow to a hover above her lap. His next chirp was indignant. “Oh, don’t look at me, you diva. All I did was stop petting you.”
In response, he simply flew back to the top of the sketchbook, settling with his back to Sam. She smiled and shook her head. Careful not to disturb her pouting Pokemon, she leaned back into the bench and took a deep breath.