"Millie!"

"Yeah?"

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Cleaning the house, why?"

"Not with your body fur, you use your tail!"

"You do? But I thought our fur and tail were the same."

"Go and wash up at the stream, and come back when your clean... Millie what did I just say?"

"To go and clean up mom. I heard you."

"Good."

Walking out to the stream, the Minccino cleans her fur, and tail even though it does not need of cleaning. Then returning to her home as her mom cleans up the mess that of which Millie made worse.

"How are you to grow if you don't learn, Millie," she mutters.

"What do you mean mom? Am I not growing up already?"

"You are, but I meant in that brain of yours."

"I'm still confused. You mean stupid, right?"

"No, not stupid, just out of place, lack of knowledge that is all."

"Okay, so does that mean I'm going to a better school."

"Yes, yes you will be."

"Yay! All the friends I'll make!"

"Yes, yes you will..." her mother mutters.

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"Come on now, Reid, it's time to start flying again."

"Yes mother," a Rufflet coos under his mother's wings.

Taking flight into the cloudless day, they soar through the air, in search of a new home.

"What about there, mother?"

"No, it's to low to the ground. Be patient, young Reid."

"Yes mother. Though from the looks of that place, we would be able to fly less to the ground. There were a bushel of berries I saw close by too!"

"No, no, we must keep searching. You and I will know of the place, Reid."

Flying for a few more hours, presumably within the territory boundaries of Water and Dark, Reid starts to fly in style. Being scolded by his ever so worrying mother. Making his mom be focused on him rather than to feel the now changing winds.

"Reid! Stop that now, if we get caught in rouge wind, you surely will fall!"

"No I won't moth- mother!"

Being caught in the strong winds, Reid flaps his wings frantically, causing his descent ever so quick. While his mother have her wings set so she can stationary watch her chic fall, not able to go and save him as she too has a risk of plummeting to the ground as well.

As the winds die down, she hovers over the area of which she saw him fall to. No trace of him, but to start leaving as she sees sight of a small caravan. Not taking the risk of being attacked, she flies in the opposite direction of the coming Pokemon.

As her thoughts overcome of her, her little chic managed to survive, but take serious injury and unconscious.