[Fluffybuttwannabe]

Tamia was a young black-haired trainer, who was 18 years old. He wasn't very tall, and was rather thin. He had a scar on his left cheek, and usually looked rather dirty. He wore a pair of brown pants, and a black shirt. Floatzel was his only, and his favorite pokemon. Tamia had set up camp away from the others, and had started to make dinner for the two of them. He had a pot over the fire and he was cooking some kind of vegetable soup. He paused his stirring to look down at his pokemon.

"Where have you been," He asked with a smile. "You disappeared on me for an hour. I hope you haven't gotten into trouble." Reaching down, he gently patted Floatzel on the head, before stirring some more. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Can you go in my bag in the tent and pull out some bowls for us," He suggested, hoping that Floatzel understood him. Stirring some more, he began to stare into space, not paying much attention to the pan hovering over the fire.