Zinnia stared, open-mouthed. Had she done something wrong? She had won, right? Shrugging, the young Rocket smiled at Shadow Mew as she floated back over.
The mew did not smile back. She merely followed Zinnia as they left the stadium. She had won this time around, but would she be able to next time?
//e.x.t.r.a.s.e.n.s.o.r.y //g.u.i.l.d
