“Good job, boy!” Alli exclaimed as she followed her Growlithe into the house, wiping some sweat off her forehead as the comparative cool of the house brought some relief after a long afternoon working the ranch. She hung her cowboy hat on the rack by the door and sighed a little. The brown leather boots followed, and she walked through the house straight to her bedroom.
Alice, preferring to go by Alli, was the daughter of Pokemon ranchers, following in a long line of them all the way back to a time before she could even fathom. At sixteen, her parents decided her old enough to start helping out around the ranch, mostly milking the Miltank in the morning, and occasionally helping to herd the Tauros and the Mareep. It was as much training for her as it was for her Growlithe, hers since she was a kid and son of the ranch’s Arcanine. They were still learning, still a little rusty, and the work was more exhausting than it should have been, but thankfully, it was over, and she could enjoy relaxing for a few hours before supper, after which she would go out to milk the Miltanks again. Continue reading →
