Subarufoxboy

I remember a trainer from my younger, competitive days. Of course, saying just 'a trainer' could mean any of the countless ones from that time. But if I were to label him as any specifict type, just a 'flying specialist' doesn't quite seem enough. I was intrigued by him, and of course, we became friends... But he was always antsy, never wanting to stay on the ground. He always felt his best up with his pokemon, in their domain. After spending a day with him up there, seeing how much brighter his smile was as he sat on the back of his Pigeot; absently running his fingers through the plumage on the crown of the bird's head, I understood why hi