"Right then miss, our work's done for th' day. Be on your way." A stout woman somewhere in between middle-aged and elderly brushed her hands against her pants, removing berry and herb juices and particulates from them. She adjusted the bun on her head, inclined her head to Cynth, and then set about cleaning and putting away the tools of her trade.
Cynth smiled, although the older woman wasn't looking at her anymore, and then hopped away from the table in the center of the small back room over to the door, where her crutch was waiting, leaning against the wall just by the door frame. She put the shoulder of her severed arm against the wall, using the point of connection to balance herself as she situated her wooden crutch in the crook of her other arm. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then, Mrs. Mitja." There was no response aside from a grunt, but Cynth still followed up with, "Enjoy your evening."
The brunette wasted no time in leaving, now that she had been officially excused by the woman she worked for. Cynth honestly didn't mind the work she did, and she appreciated greatly how much she was learning from day to day about Pokemon and medicine. But Mrs. Mitja worked her long and hard every single day, and it was exhausting. Exhausting didn't even seem to be a strong enough word for it, but, well, Cynth was too exhausted to come up with a better word.
Besides, this evening she had been hoping to go out onto the Lion's Plains to meet up with Trick. The most unfortunate side-effect of Mrs. Mitja keeping her so busy was that she hardly ever got time to spend with her Pokemon companions anymore, so she eagerly took whatever free time she had. Today, she was fortunate in that Mrs. Mitja had agreed to call their work complete a little earlier than normal, before the sun had set. That meant that she had more time than she had originally planned for to try and find Trick- he was never far, but that didn't mean he was easy to find. Sometimes it seemed like he didn't want to be found, but she still tried to take as many opportunities as possible for the two of them to spend time together. She felt bad because he didn't like to go in and out of the city- the peace officers got suspicious of Pokemon wandering about on their own, without a trainer- and he definitely didn't like to stay inside the city walls. So, that meant he spent most of his time just outside the outer wall.
As she made her way from Mrs. Mitja's Pokemon Center toward the outer wall, she noted all of the construction that was going on. She could see the silhouettes of the men and women standing on the wall, pulling up stones that had been brought down from the mountain, wedging them into place, and cementing them to each other with some kind of sticky, muddy mixture. The construction work had begun earlier this autumn- not only on this outer wall, but on innumerable buildings within the city, and apparently on the road that connected Crater City to Ashfield City, too. It was an impressive project, but it seemed to her as though completing such a massive undertaking would take quite some time.
Cynth actually felt a little bad, walking past all these people who were still slaving away under the heat of the sun, which was just now beginning to sink low into the sky. Sure, she had been working all day, too, but this sort of manual labor was seemed so much more intensive than what she did. Of course, she wasn't sure how much help she could offer, even if she wanted to. She couldn't lift heavy things, not with only one arm to lift and one leg to balance. All of this construction work was so physically intensive, and that was her weakness.
She lowered her gaze to the paved road beneath her as she passed through the outer wall, following the path out into the Lion's Plains. Then she immediately left the path, as there were a number of men here, working on extending the paved road out over the dirt path, and she certainly did not want to be in their way. Another pang of guilt. All these people all around her, working to improve the city that she lived in, and here she was, taking nearly half of a day off of work to hang out and chat with her horse. And right in front of them, no less.
Cynth began to hobble away, hoping to put distance between herself and them to alleviate the guilt that she felt, when she saw out of the corner of her eye, Trick approaching from the other side of the roadwork. She was glad that he was so easy to spot- given that he was literally and constantly on fire, he was a difficult guy to miss in most circumstances.
Unlike his trainer, he seemed to take absolutely no care or appreciation for the workers. He took the most direct route toward Cynth, which happened to be right through the area that most of the people were working in. He was careful not to step on anything fragile- he didn't want shards of anything lodged in his feet, after all- but that certainly didn't stop him from being in the way.
"Oh, Trick-" She started, and then sighed a sigh full of exasperation as she hurried toward him, hoping to get to him and pull him out of the way before anybody got too irritated with the careless equine.
Unfortunately, she was not quick enough.
"Hey, you, horse- what are you doing? Shouldn't you be hitched to some cart somewhere? Where in Arceus' name is your trainer?" An older man, hair beginning to grey but eyes still sharp as ever, moved toward Trick as he spoke in a scolding tone. He appeared to be a supervisor of some kind, given the stack of writing cloth he held in his hand and the way that he had been walking among everyone checking in here and there, before Trick had drawn his ire.
Cynth was close enough to hear the man's griping, and close enough to see that the only reaction the man got from her Ponyta was a slight roll of his dark eyes as he kept crossing the path. The man squinted, looking around for somewhere to land his glare, until he saw that the Ponyta was moving directly toward her.