You sat quietly in the shade behind your mansion, a cold drink in hand, the breeze off the water gently brushing against your skin. The sunlight glimmered across the surface of the swimming pool, warm and still.

Blaziken lay stretched out on a towel nearby, wearing dark shades and sunbathing without a care, her fiery feathers catching bits of sunlight in orange and gold. It was rare to see her this relaxed—usually a blur of motion and combat discipline.

After a few minutes of silence, she let out a quiet sigh and turned her head slightly toward you.

“You know… I fight better after a day like this. Just don’t tell the others I enjoy it.”