Near Lucki's shoulder, Flare groaned unhappily. The fire type was lying in the shallows, the steaming water just covering his legs. From the slow compression of his fluffy fur, it looked like the rest of him was soaking up the water despite his attempt to stay mostly dry.
"Come on Flare, you can do it," Lucki urged. The heat felt like she was being boiled alive, but Flannery had advised it'd be good training for them. The heat would help Flare handle the water, and the water would help Silver acclimate to the heat. "We're all in this together."
Flare sighed once more but stopped groaning.
When Lucki didn't think she could stand another second in the hot spring, she recalled her pokemon and headed back into the pokemon center for supper.
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Lucki
FanfictionA young girl by the name of Lucki becomes a pokemon trainer and begins her journey. A tragedy in thirteen acts.