A chilly morning air hung in the delicate atmosphere, the sounds of Fletchinder and Skarmory carrying through the breeze. A cold day was rare here on the Isle of Armor, but today was supposed to be cold. Even in Winter, the lowest it usually gets is like, 40 degrees.

But this was all excluded from Avery's thoughts. He was too jealous. Of who, you may ask? HAH! You, of course.

Yes, you. He's jealous of you because your more successful than him-- you have more potential than him-- you have a stronger team than him-- you're better than him.

So here he was, sitting in the Forest of Focus, sat under a tree. He was letting his thoughts, faster than the average human's due to his psychic powers, run wild with grudges and jealousy...

...Of course, he cared for you deeply, since your one of his only best friends. But he tends to get jealous of those who outshine his elegant, perfect self.

The Pokeballs floating around his tall top hat spun idly in place, his brows furrowed and his eyes overcast with envy. He clawed at the dirt a bit, his teeth gritting as he hissed to himself:

"This isn't fair..."