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Ever since she was a child, she envisioned being married here in some grandiose event far too expensive for her parent's to finance. This was of course National Park, only a walking distance away from her family's Moo-Moo Milk farm and a place of awkward first dates and spunky kids looking to get their battling fix. It held a special place in her heart so it was great disappointment to find the day had succumbed to an ugly rain storm, a humid haze clinging to the air as rain droplets pelted the muddled ground. It did gave her a reason to wear her new blue rain boots with Psyduck print. Accompanying her was of course her Miltank, who disliked being contained within her Pokéball if there wasn't a need to be. Both trainer and Pokémon circled the bush-lined pathways, umbrella in hoof and hand. While she would've preferred to be indoors in a nicely-lit department store somewhere in Kogane City, she knew it was time to add someone to her team if she were truly serious about battling and participating in contests.

"We both know you can handle yourself Mil-Mil, but wouldn't it be great to ease the burden and make a friend?" Her tone was enthusiastic but the bovine Pokémon only gave her trainer a disagreeable look. The Miltank hated to be out-done and the nature of contests gave her a rather competitive edge that differed from the kind battling produced. They both neared the fountain placed directly center of the park, when a suspicious patch of flora to their left began to stir. Only a few trainers were out today, likely thanks to the weather and the closest being an exhausted Bug Catcher upon a bench who was soaked to his sneakers. A bug net rested vertically against the fountain's stone foundation, which gave the pink-haired lass an idea. Now, Whitney didn't particularly care for Bug-type Pokémon, but National Park was the closest and best option less she risk crashing her bike in the rain or pay for expensive tickets to travel by Magnet Train. As long as whatever she came across was cute, it was welcome within her roster. Rushing over to the bug net, she snatched it swiftly with her free hand and blew the Bug Catcher a kiss and waved the device in his direction apologetically. He had just raised his head when his face turned beet red.

"Sorry, but I need this! I'll bring it back, 'kay?"

With Miltank raising her hooves at her side, ready to engage, the two tip-toed towards whatever was rustling within the flowers and grass.