Across the western ridge, where the wind was blowing its hardest, Astrid strolled into town and down the main road. It blew her hair into her face, prompting her to seek out a groomer—because how could there not be a groomer in town? This was Destiny Village. This was Lively Town beefed up on ten Violent Seeds. They had everything here. Damn straight they would have a groomer.
When all was said and done, she couldn’t find one, but that was hardly her concern by the time she’d gotten into the thick of the city. The crowds were denser than usual, especially around the colosseum. Her original task was quickly forgotten; now, Astrid pushed forward to investigate.
There was a disproportionate amount of folks heading through the commercial doors, which led into the stands. A smaller, but still disproportionate number of Pokémon—most of them looking like fairly capable fighters—were lined up at the front desk, some heading into the various locker rooms with passes. Oh? Maybe something’s happening. I could sure go for some battling right about now…
She did her best to remain discreet as she weaved through the expansive main lobby, but it was a losing battle. It seemed like everyone in the building knew who she was. The freaking janitor was staring. Whispers were exchanged. Looks were fired, some wary, some in awe, none of them subtle. She supposed some part of her should feel proud, and she tried to channel the feeling from back in the colosseum, when so many unfamiliar voices were applauding at the shadowy display.
That, too, was a losing battle. Here and now, when her blood wasn’t pumping and her confidence wasn’t up, and where those voices felt so much more real, like they belonged to individuals rather than a single cheering entity—here and now, it all felt wrong. Wrong enough to avoid indulging in entirely. With a tiny smile in no particular direction, she hurried to the receptionist just as the last Pokémon in line finished their business.
“Hi! Hi, um. I’m here to battle. Uh, I know it’s not when I usually come, but—” She craned her neck back to the entrance, where even more to-be spectators began to pile through the legendary-sized doors. “—say, what’s going on?”