[Ah. All right, then; she settles in without complaint, pulling her legs up a little closer for added warmth, because now that he's actually pointed it out...YEAH, IT'S COLD.]

A classmate of mine inherited one of these early on in our stay here. We rode it from Cherrygrove to Violet.

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Be careful riding her; the flames of their manes grow longer the faster they go. My classmate burned his face from it.