She investigates it and determines, "Sorry, not unless someone sells just this part, the metal is too old."

"I don't know of any way to get just one Pokéball hinge. So, I'll get a two-pack." And she goes back in through the door that once led to Milliways, and purchases a two-pack of Pokéballs, and drops the old one in a specialized disposal container, and puts Rachis in a new one, and then lets her out again and climbs on and motions for Walta to do the same.

She climbs on. Carefully and only a little hesitantly.

(She's probably a little heavier than Bella, with her tools.)

Doesn't seem to faze Rachis down any. Bella makes sure Walta's holding on and then whistles and the bird takes off. She doesn't go Mach 2, but she travels at quite a clip.

"Eeeeee this is really fun once I done being scared!"

"I love flying!" agrees Bella.

"I think I'll like running more! But yeah flying is great!"

And eventually they get where they're going. "I'll be able to find you a Ponyta here," Bella says, "but it might take a while."

"I can wait. It's pretty here, I didn't get to see nature much either."

"I'll leave you Zag to watch out for you in case something attacks you." She lets the Linoone out and tells him to do that.

"Okay. Thanks for your help, Zag. I won't make it hard for you by wandering around too much."

"Oone," says Zag, and Bella tosses Fireflower and swings up onto her back and trots out into the grass.

She's not going to go so far as to try and pet Zag. Not her 'mon. She does sit down and sigh happily.

Zag stands guard, occasionally running a circle around her sniffing the ground.

"You looking for something?"

"Linlinlin."

"'I don't speak Islandish silly'," She translates.

"Noone," chuckles Zag.

She stands back up and strolls along the trail, staying out of the grass.

He heels.

A bladed bug pops out of the grass, looks at her and Zag, says, "Scyyyy."

Eep. She starts backing away, hands up, still speaking calmly. "I'm not bother you, Scy."

Zag gets between Walta and the wild 'mon and chatters challengingly at the bug. The bug feints, Zag dodges, the bug mutters some more, and then it tromps off into the grass without bothering them further.

Walta goes back to where Bella dropped her off and stays there. "I see what she means about needing 'mon to go out, if that happens a lot."

"Linoone," agrees Zag. He puts his head in her lap.

...Is this an invitation to pet the cute 'mon? She decides to take it as one. Pet, pet.