Training was hard. Incredibly hard. She had once thought that the workouts with her own team were grueling and difficult, but they had been nothing compared to what the fire masters were making her pass through. They understood her more. They knew where to make her hurt. It was a grueling process, physically and mental, perhaps, but already she was feeling a tiny bit more confident in herself. Maybe even in time, the old Sasha would begin to reemerge, fueled with a new-found acceptance for who she was.
She was grateful, even if her entire body ached. With their permission, she had been allowed to come back and visit, but Sasha couldn't face her own team, or the others just yet. Yet the siren call of the festival was her own undoing.
Her love of flowers...For a Charizard, it was an fragile relationship. Her skill at taking care of them was close to little. She was only grudgingly accepted into the greenhouse, for fear of setting things on fire. Yet a freshly cut bouquet or a patch of roses made her happy to be alive. They even made her cry althought she'd wipe away the tears before anyone looked. Something as marvelous as all these trees in full bloom could not keep her away for too long.
It was the middle of the night when the rest of the school was asleep. There, she was free to admire the trees filled with pink, listening to the wind softly blowing between her horns.
Charizards, however, were not the best of creatures to hide. In the end, whenever she felt in the clear, Sasha would use her own tail to light up the cherry blossom and marvel at them.
March 26th
She was grateful, even if her entire body ached. With their permission, she had been allowed to come back and visit, but Sasha couldn't face her own team, or the others just yet. Yet the siren call of the festival was her own undoing.
Her love of flowers...For a Charizard, it was an fragile relationship. Her skill at taking care of them was close to little. She was only grudgingly accepted into the greenhouse, for fear of setting things on fire. Yet a freshly cut bouquet or a patch of roses made her happy to be alive. They even made her cry althought she'd wipe away the tears before anyone looked. Something as marvelous as all these trees in full bloom could not keep her away for too long.
It was the middle of the night when the rest of the school was asleep. There, she was free to admire the trees filled with pink, listening to the wind softly blowing between her horns.
Charizards, however, were not the best of creatures to hide. In the end, whenever she felt in the clear, Sasha would use her own tail to light up the cherry blossom and marvel at them.
That's when she found Red...