Day, a young but tall girl, easily passable for 15, lay in the Pilkiras Plain, mangling a delicate flower in her hand. She hummed softly to herself, because even though wild Pokemon could be dangerous, she had heard that they only attack trainers to be their friends. No Pokemon in their right mind would befriend her, a loser. Stroking the soft purple mane of her Suicune plushie, Day imagined what it would be like if the toy were real.