The warmth of the fresh morning sun heated Blake's blue feathers. He stirred a bit, and woke up, yawning as usual. The air was clean and fresh, with the scent of pine and birch trees everywhere. "Wait a minute." Blake said. "This smells just like it did around Lake Verity, but, we're by Pal Park right?"
"Good morning!" Mesprit said, startling Blake a little.
"Ah! Oh, good morning Mesprit." Blake said. "What happened? Where are we?"