Natsu was walking with a Charmander following behind him as he blinked and frowned, looking to the pokemon as he said, "Man, you had to burn the guy who can give us directions! I don't know how to read a map and I'm not going to go on a ride!" There was no way he was going to think about it. No way. His motion sickness catching on real quick.

He stopped by a bench and had his knees on the seat and facing behind it with his arms just hanging over the back. This was going to be a long way, and the sun was unbearable, which was unusual because he was used to it back home. Now that he had no magic, it killed.

His pink head hanging as he said, "I hate this place already!"