Cynth didn't often do deliveries. Most of Mrs. Mitja's customers came directly to her shop to purchase the potions, balms, and elixirs that the healer and apothecary crafted and sold. Sometimes, though, they paid for something in advance and asked for it to be brought to them. Cynth was happy to oblige on behalf of Mrs. Mitja, taking a basket full of medicinal items around the city. Each clay jar or pot in the basket was carefully wrapped in cloth in order to keep them from shifting and bumping, cracking and breaking. It wouldn't do to have one of the potions break and leak out, laying waste to the ingredients that they had grown and harvested and the time that they had put into crafting the ingredients into a proper medicine.
Setting out, Cynth originally had four separate houses to deliver to. It had taken her only an hour to trek across all of Crater and find each house; luckily for her, she had been doing this for many months, and it was almost always the same few customers that ordered from Mrs. Mitja and had the goods delivered. As such, she was becoming quite proficient at this.
Now, the young woman was on her way back from the northernmost reaches of Crater, having to trek all the way down through the city to the southernmost section of the city, where Mrs. Mitja's shop was. Typically, all of her Pokemon stayed at home (except for Trick, who stayed out on the plains), with the exception of Avis, who was a fantastically clingy little baby, and constantly demanded to be with her, even when he was sleeping. Today, Imp and Indie were at home as per usual, and Avis was with her, sleeping while nestled into the armpit of her cardigan- which she had to wear constantly now, despite how hot it got every day, because it was Avis's preferred sleeping location. Somewhat unusually, Trick was with her, as well as the egg.
The egg was close to hatching, as evidenced by the near-constant wiggling that it did, so Cynth had gotten into the habit of taking the yet-unborn baby everywhere with her, typically keeping it strapped down in a bag that hung around her neck and settled on her stomach. Trick... well, she wasn't entirely sure why Trick had decided to accompany her today, but then again, she often didn't understand Trick's actions. As of late, he had been spending more and more time with her, however. She wasn't sure what had triggered this change, but she appreciated his company, despite how cantankerous he could be.
Today, however, it didn't seem like Trick was the most cantankerous equine that was out and about in the city. Distant shouting was the first sign that something was going on, and then there was a loud crack. Cynth tried to guess at what had happened, but nothing came to her mind. After sharing a look with Trick, the two of them rushed forward toward the sound, side-by-side, to see what was going on.
A Mudsdale stood amidst wooden debris and overturned dirt, attached to what appeared to be the remnants of a wooden cart. Cynth recognized this big work horse- it was the one that she and Trick had worked alongside when they helped Joshua in all of Beta's various construction projects. This horse was the one that had, somehow, despite all odds and expectations, convinced Trick to take a harness and pull a cart. It was the most miraculous thing that Cynth had ever witnessed with her own two eyes.
But now, something was wrong. Judging by how everyone in the area was murmuring and standing around a great distance away from the horse, the Mudsdale was the cause of the destruction that was all around her. But what could cause her to act out in such a way? She had been the perfect worker all those months ago when they had worked together. Even when Trick had gotten on her nerves, she never physically lashed out. Something must have seriously hurt or upset her here.
Cynth gave Trick another look. This look was stern, a silent warning not to cause trouble.
She moved forward, moving quickly for a woman with one leg and a crutch. She didn't want to get too close- especially since the movement apparently caught the Mudsdale's attention, and she had turned to glare in the direction of herself and Trick. Not that Cynth really blamed the mare. She and Trick had not gotten along the last time they met.
So even though she wanted to approach the Mudsdale and see if she could figure out what was wrong with the poor Pokemon, Cynth paused her advance and instead cast her eyes about for a certain human, wondering if she could still recognize the supervisor that she knew was the Mudsdale's trainer. She didn't find the person she was looking for, but she did see a young boy and an unusual looking Pokemon starting to approach. She decided to start there, wondering if they knew anything. No one else was daring to get any closer to the Mudsdale.
Cynth waved them down, and then grabbed her crutch and moved over so that she could converse with them instead of shouting across the distance to them- given the tenseness of this situation, shouting seemed like a poor idea. Since she had no idea what was wrong with the angry Pokemon, she similarly had no idea what might trigger another tantrum. And triggering another tantrum in a Pokemon as huge and powerful as this Mudsdale was definitely not something that was on her to-do list. Trick seemed to step lightly as well, though he kept himself on her right side, between herself and the glowering Mudsdale.
"Hey, do you know what's going on here? Do you know what's wrong with her?" She tried to keep her tone friendly, given that she was just meeting this young person and didn't want to sour that meeting with her anxiety, but she couldn't keep the concern from her voice. She assumed he felt the same way as her, though. She could tell by the look in the boy's eyes that he was worried, too. Perhaps he knew the Mudsdale?