Author's Note: Written for a prompt on tumblr, featuring Wally and "breeze." Wally's always been one of my favorite rivals, and I feel like this suits him pretty well, so this was fun to write.

Breeze

His parents had never really let him go out before, at least not for long periods of time, after he'd started getting sick.

Then, Wally had moved in with his aunt and uncle in Verdanturf Town, and he could go outside for nearly as long as he wanted. (Granted, he rarely went too far out of town, but it was still a considerable improvement.) Getting to play outside–whether it was with Ralts or the other children in town–had quickly become one of Wally's favorite things to do, and the light wind on his skin had always felt nice.

It turned out the best thing for his fragile lungs had actually been traveling, though. Once Wally left Verdanturf, he hadn't had as much time to sit by and appreciate the breeze. Training was… harder than he'd expected, and catching and battling and struggling to whatever city he was headed to next took up so much of his time.

But, every so often, Wally got the chance to sit down, breathe, and feel the wind again. The time he appreciated it the most was shortly after he'd arrived in Evergrande City, nearly at the end of his long trip.

He and a few other trainers had been holed up in the Pokémon Center after that bout of weird weather, and going outside now felt all the better for it. Somehow, the air felt even cleaner than normal–even better than Verdanturf's was–and Wally stared up at the faint-but-glittery streaks of light in the sky.

What were those? How had they gotten there? Well, he guessed it didn't matter too much. It probably had something to do with however the weather had cleared up, and there would probably be news on the matter eventually.

As the calmed breeze brushed across his skin, Wally smiled to himself and let his hand venture towards Gallade's Pokéball. He let the Psychic-Type out, and Gallade blinked curiously at him after looking at the mountain in the distance.

"We're almost there, Gallade," he said. "Almost to the League. Want to walk there with me?"

He nodded, and Wally smiled as he turned towards Victory Road. The pair would have all the time in the world to appreciate the wind soon enough.

Just a little bit further, Wally thought, and then he'd be strong enough to earn all the relaxation he wanted.