Who wanted only to explore the vast world. The town was, for lack of a better term, boring to a teen like Robin. There were only about 10 houses in Drywood, with a population a little under 30. I don't want to spend my whole life trapped here." The town Robin lived in, Drywood Town, was a secluded village built on one of Mount Silver's plateaus. With both your father and brother gone I need help taking care of the clinic." Robin sighed and sank lower in his chair. "Well other trainers don't have as big a responsibility as you do." His mother turned from the sink to look at him. I'm well over the age most trainers go off on their adventures." Robin complained, they'd been through this song and dance a billion times before. "You and that adventure schtick." She said as she went back to washing the dishes.
His mother, however, only sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm hungry for ADVENTURE." Robin's eyes lit up at the thought. "But I'm not hungry for FOOD, Mom," Robin explained with a sigh. "Eat up." She pointed a spatula at his rapidly cooling eggs. "Your food will get cold." She instructed. Her brown hair was much like his, only longer and, somehow, messier. his eyes falling on his middle-aged mother. "Robin? Robin!" At the third call of his voice, he sat bolt upright. His head propped up in his hand, staring listlessly out the window with his brown eyes, his brown bangs flopped messily into them. A feather broke loose from its tail and rode the wind, fluttering for a moment, before slipping through an open window and landing on the kitchen table of the Waters family. A Starly took flight as the wind rustled the branch it was on. The sun rose over the small forest laid town, a cool breeze blowing off the mountains and stirring the trees below.
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