Ellie had always wanted a Pokémon of her own. Not just any Pokémon—she wanted something brave, like a Growlithe, or majestic, like a Ralts. Something that would stand by her side through thick and thin, the way trainers did in the old Unova League tapes her dad used to show her.
Ellie sat down in the grass across from her Pokémon. She felt stupid. She felt betrayed. But underneath all of that, she felt something else—a flicker of respect. pokemon purrloin sweet or sneaky
Ellie staggered back. “Did you just—?” Ellie had always wanted a Pokémon of her own
Sable’s tail flicked once, which Ellie decided to take as agreement. They never became a traditional trainer-Pokémon pair. Sable never stopped stealing shiny objects (though she eventually developed a habit of returning them—usually after Ellie promised her a berry as a reward). She never obeyed commands instantly or fought with the kind of disciplined precision that Ellie’s classmates bragged about. Ellie sat down in the grass across from her Pokémon