And so Farren began his practiced wandering. He let his feet carry him across the golden grasses of the Newbreeze sea, still wet and tangled from the passing storm. So easily does nature give us new paths to take, he thought as he circumvented a flooded area, taking to one of the small hills for a drier path. He wondered how the other way, the path he'd already begun mapping, had fared. Was his path still there, beyond the fallen trees? Or had it been wiped away, erased as easily as pencil off paper? He'd dedicate tomorrow to it, Farren decided, as he found a nice dry spot to rest.
He settled himself on the stump of a tree that had fallen long ago, perhaps in its own crazy storm, while Brook crept through the grass, looking for anything of interest. Out came his sketchbook, his pencil plucked from behind his ear. He'd just set down some solid baseline sketching when suddenly Storm was ringing in his ear. Brow furrowed, Farren looks to see what had gotten him so riled up, "What is--? Ah!" There! There was something in his bag! He quickly snatched up his rucksack and dumped it out, sending the wiggling bug Pokemon writhing in the grass angrily.
"Oh! It's a Pokemon!" He said, surprised, "An angry one too! Sorry buddy, there's nothing in there for ya."
But the wiggle worm was having none of it. It lunged at the bag again, spitting a sticky string at it to try and pull it down. Farren just... held it. The Pokemon wasn't very strong it seemed. Storm had decided that this game was boring, however, and took matters into his own tassels. The hollow space inside its mouth glowed ominously. After a rough bout of confusion, the little worm feinted.
"Alright, then. Uh, good job Storm." He chuckled a bit as he picked up the fallen items from his bag and repacked it, "Won't be leaving that open again, that's for sure."
He packed up his sketchbook as well, deciding instead to pull out his field journal and get a sketch of the worm Pokemon while it slept. Looked kinda like a Weedle, now that he thought about it. A weird one though. Another Nauwillian varient, maybe? He took a few notes and decided to move on before it woke up again, forgetting entirely to catch the thing.