Outskirt Stand | Midday (1)/(3)
Aryea padded onward through the thick desert like area with the sounds of wing beats masking her loud footfalls. They had been walking for hours and she was terribly tired and just wanted to rest. She shook her head in an attempt to stay awake on her paws and looked up to the colorful Pidgeot above her. "Rakuen and I'm so tired I feel like I'm going to pass out. Do you see anything in the distance?" Looking down at her, Rakuen began flying at Mach 1 speed and a loud bang was heard all around as he shattered the sound barrier to find shelter for his friend. Scanning the ground far below him, he spotted an old ramshackle stand about a mile from Aryea's position. This concerned Rakuen and he quickly sped back to her to tell her what he saw. "There is a shack about a mile from here. If you would like, I could always carry you." Aryea tensed her jaw in protest but as soon as she wanted to, her legs began to shake from under her and she nodded to him once and waited for him to grasp her in his talons. In no time the two were in the air and Aryea was gladly resting in the grip of Rakuen.
Soon, they reached the shack and Rakuen lightly dropped Aryea to the ground and flew to perch on the top of the Outskirt Stand. Scanning the horizon, he watched for signs of other life but he had no luck. While he did this, Aryea scavenged around on the inside and found a sink. She wasn't really sure how to make it work but she'd seen Lora use one before to get water so she quickly went about trying to see if it worked or not. The nozzles were hard to get her paws around and they were rusted from not being used in a long time. Instead, Aryea used her psychic to move the nozzle from its off position and soon, water poured from the spout and she stuck her muzzle under it to refresh herself. Aryea sighed in relief as she began to feel better. Now to get some water to Rakuen. Using psychic, she formed some of the water into a ball and gently walked out of the shack to where Rakuen waited for her. He ruffled his feathers at her trick and fluttered down on his magnificent wings and drank the water from her bubble as he sunk his tired talons into the warm sand. "However did you figure out how to do that?" Aryea dropped her psychic move and the bubble of energy dissipated into the desert heat. "I learned many ways to use my moves as my time as a dancer. I figured that would be easier than trying to get you into the shack. Aryea laughed a bit and nudged him with her paw as she sat back, her white fur getting covered a bit in sand. Looking into the distance she noticed a spot that seemed to be getting bigger. Rakuen noticed it too and squinted his eyes. "It seems to be another Pokemon. Would you like me to go and check it out?" Aryea shook her head. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can both handle it and besides, if it's alive, you could scare it off with how fast you fly." A smile lit up her muzzle as she laid down and rested her head on her paws. Rakuen flapped his wings once to resume his perch at the top of the stand and waited for the creature, keeping watch over Aryea as she rested.
(OOC: I figured since it's a desert, they would see someone coming at least.)