Cécile had been in the Zatao region for almost a week now, but had yet to leave the street the room he was staying in was on. He was there now, half laying, half sitting on the window seat that sat beneath the large single window in his room. The window was open, the warm, spring wind rustling his long hair. Cécile brushed a loose strand aside, smearing a little dirt on his forehead. Smiling, he put his fingers back into the dirt. He had been unpacking and found packets of seeds his grandmother must have slipped into his bag. He'd picked up a window box at the store at the corner and had filled it with the rich soil that made up this region. Right now, he was planting calendula, echinascea, and sage, very important herbs that he would need when he set off on his travels.

His travels... Right.

It wasn't that leaving the town of Katerina had slipped his mind as much as him pushing it aside. He was nervous, scared even. Here he was, a little broken boy with no one to care or worry about him. What if something happened? If he were hurt, or lost, or...

Cécile shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. Brushing off his hands, he leaned over and pulled his chair closer and dropped himself into it. With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself out the door and down the hall, pulling the door to the house closed. Down the street he rolled, faster and faster, eyes set with determination, his mouth clamped closed.

He rolled past the street sign, farther than he had gone in the five days he'd been there. He passed three more intersections before the buildings began to fall away, before he knew it, he was at the edge of town. Slowly, his speed decreased until he was left still in a clearing in the woods outside of town with sweat making his hair and shirt stick to him. Breath puffing in and out quickly, Cécile leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the breeze cool him.

He'd done it, at least. Left the town.

But as his adrenaline levels decreased, his rational mind returned. What was he supposed to do now? He had nothing on him, not even his back pack. No Pokéballs, or Pokémon for that matter. Why had he done this? Stupid...

And so, Cécile turned around to get his bearings. Biting his lip, he looked up and saw that the sun had began to set. Great. With a very heavy sigh he spun around and began to roll back in the direction to town. He had nearly made it out from the woods when he heard something behind him. Rustles and a thump made him turn around to investigate. As he rolled over, two large bird Pokémon hurried off in a flurry of feathers. Curious, he rolled over, pushing the bushes aside.

There, in a pile of grass, lay an egg. The poor thing was pink, gold, and simply stunning, covered in intricate markings. The entire image was ruined however, by a large spider webbing crack that seemed to have formed from when it was dropped by the fleeing birds. Leaning down, he scooped the egg very carefully. It was still whole and warm to the touch. Cradling his new ward the brunette took off his sweater and wrapped it around the egg before pushing his way back to town.

Well, he had a new reason to stay in town now, that was for sure.