Cynth had wanted to have a nice, cozy little winter picnic on the snowy beach, all four of them- five, including the baby within the egg- but things were... not going according to plan.
The young woman had gone and collected quite a lot of the food samples in a basket (earning more than one strange glance as she stashed each sample away rather than eating it), and found a somewhat less-snowy section of beach to lay out a small blanket. She'd set the basket of food just beside her. She'd nestled the bag containing her egg in her lap so that it could benefit from her body heat, and be more protected from the biting chill of the winter weather. She'd spent a couple moments, just her and the egg, enjoying the view of the bay with the backdrop of the low hills known as the rolling mountains.
The first problem was, Trick was nowhere to be found. Cynth had discovered that he was more grouchy than usual during winter; she supposed that the cold weather didn't agree with his hot head, not that she'd ever say that allowed, of course. Regardless, though she had seen glimpses of him that day, she had had no success thus far convincing him to spend time with her.
The second problem didn't manifest until she released Indie and Imp from their pokeballs. Indie, as was typical, merely shook herself and sat down. She was always the serious one, if a bit cross at times, particularly with her pack-mate, Imp. Cynth didn't always approve of Indie's treatment of Imp, but she could understand the sober pup's frustrations.
Imp, for his part, did nothing to improve anyone's opinion of him upon his release. He yipped a friendly greeting, and was about to jump into Cynth's lap, when he noticed the egg. He tilted his head, considering if he could wedge himself in there anyways, when he realized where they were. The beach! The waves! He took off like a rocket to the water's edge, bowling over the basket of acquired food and propelling snow and sand backward over the blanket in his unstoppable haste. He barked like a madman at the water, and proceeded to chase and bite and the waves as they rolled in and pulled back out.
Cynth sighed. It seemed as though Imp was not becoming more tame over time, as Indie and Trick were. Although Imp seemed to like her just fine, she found it hard to connect, truly connect, with Impetus. Cynth leaned over the egg in her lap, keeping her half-arm around it, to begin picking up the food samples from off the blanket and off the snow, replacing them into the basket once again.
Indie, as Cynth had half-expected her to, began snapping at Imp, attempting to give him what-for; the hyperactive pup successfully ignored her, as he usually did. Cynth sighed again.
So much for a happy family picnic!