Ridley tries for a Natrelmon, yet again. [Forest]

Ridley stood in the forest - again - and scowled at nothing in particular. Recently, searcing for Natrelmon had become a rather fruitless endeavour. Indeed, apart from the original Happle, he had not encountered a single Natrelmon. At the time, he had considered passing the small steel-plated apple by, as he had not wanted it for his team and it was, after all, not a particularly synergetic type combination. But, he had caught it, and luckily - at least he had caught something, anything!

A sharp crack drew Ridley instantly from his brooding thoughts. He turned wildly, scanning the deep forest environment for a Natrelmon. There was none... yet. Olena and Happle were playing around again. Incensed by the continuing lack of Natrelmon, his mouth snapped open to issue a sharp retort.. and closed again. It was not their fault that the wild Natrelmon were scarce. Nor was it their fault that a twig broke from a tree around them. No, Ridley was becoming far too angry.

Slowly, he took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. Becoming angry served no purpose, other than to cloud his vision and obscure his judgment. As the breath exhaled, Ridley felt - emotionally, of course - the anger seep away with it. It was a good strategy, and he felt better. But that didn't change the fact that Natrelmon were few and far between on both the plains and the forests around Lifan. Changing directly rather moodily, Ridley headed even deeper into the forest - if that was possible - to look for Natrelmon.

Rolling, yo.

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