Muttering under her breath, Katia stared down at the map. Was she seriously lost?

Grumbling, she pored over the map. The southern jungle wasn’t supposed to be too dangerous, but a human traveling without pokemon—as she was—was expected to walk with a heavy supply of repels, just in case. Her stock should have been more than enough to see her though, but she was running dangerously low…

“I’ll be fine,” the young woman muttered, idly running her fingers through her hair. “It’s not too far… I’ve got to conserve.” Besides, she hadn’t seen any pokemon at all, dangerous or no.

She continued down the pathway (though it was so worn, she admitted, it was more like a game trail) while trying to ascertain her position in the jungle. Within a few minutes, caged in by looming, vine-draped trees, Katia had to admit it to herself: she was good and lost.

Worry started to trace its cruel fingers down her heart, but only momentarily; soon enough the negative feelings were banished by a new sensation: a novel, enticing new scent. The aroma drifted past her nose, piquing her interest and soothing her worries and, strangely, causing her heart rate to skip, her skin to prick, her face to flush…

Idly, barely realizing she was doing it, Katia began tracing the new scent back to its source, leaving the map drifting lazily away on a soft breeze to be swallowed by the jungle.

The growth grew thicker, the heavy greens of the trees and vines contrasted with the pale lavender of surrounding blossoms and petals. The blossoms were becoming more and more common, and as they did so, the curious scent—overwhelmingly sweet, heavy, almost spicy—soared further and further. The smell was omnipresent and Katia couldn’t help but blink slowly. It was so luscious that it was almost hard to think… she felt her cheeks burning, and realized her breathing had gotten slow and heavy…