Arms folded behind his head, his jade gaze staring skyward, Rey strode quietly down a worn, dirt path. Pausing, he heard a number of voices conversing--their origin seeming to be from the other side of a grove of trees. Lowering his arms to his side, the trainer listened intently. They're discussing Latias . . . but, why?
Feeling slightly uneasy, Rey's hand automatically took ahold of the single Pokeball at his side. Standing silent and ready, he continued to listen.