"Well what did you expect from a desert?" exclaimed telepathically by the Ralts.
"Sorry! I was just looking for places to catch some Pokemon. The problems don't stop there though, we're running out of water as well. I knew I should have brought a bigger jug in a desert." replied the boy with an indifferent tone.
The trainer decides to keep walking towards the site of the supposed, pond of a goddess. His faithful partner decides to catch up to its trainer.
The sun is beating down the travelers. They look significantly tired and pale. Their movement starting to slow down as sweats run down their faces. Not a single wind blew, but every time it DID blow. It blew warm and dry air, only making people unaccustomed to the desert even more uncomfortable. The duo exchange glances as a mirage-like view appears.
"Is that the pond I see?!" shouted the trainer. "Oh boy! We're so close to having a fun adventures, I can feel it! Come on! First one there is a rotten egg!"
Tourists stare at the two as they reach the pond.
"What are you guys looking at? I'm just having a nice conversation and game with my Pokemon, anything wrong with that?"
The tourists looked away with that response. "He must be loco," whispered one of them.