The very first thing Rinoa noticed as the air. It was clean, fresh, and pure, but more importantly it was there. She could breathe! Once she acknowledged that everything else seemed to hit her senses at once. There was sunlight, a breeze ruffling her hair, and most importantly solid ground under her feet! That last one was especially important and after a moment Rinoa gave in to the desire to do what all mature seventeen year old's do. She plopped down onto the ground, stretched out, and then promptly rolled around in the grass.

All this movement had an unforeseen side affect as it knocked a strange sphere loose, sending it tumbling. Rinoa watched the strange ball curiously and then jumped to her feet as it vanished in a puff of smoke and light. In it's place was a strange looking bird with wings like puffy little clouds. It was adorable, but Rinoa was more baffled by it's existence than it's appearance.

"Well hello there cutie, what are you?" She asked, moving in to try and get a closer look. It really did seem to have cottony cloud wings, something that made Rinoa smile. Were they as soft as they looked? Maybe if she was lucky the creature would let her touch them to find out for herself.

"Swablu?" The small pokemon asked, tilting its head curiously as it watched the person it knew was its trainer. Even if Rinoa hadn't quite figured that fact out yet.

"Swablu? That doesn't suit you at all. How about Angel? You've kind of look like you'd belong in heaven."

The Swablu gave an affirming chirp, but Rinoa's attention had already moved on. Her own words reminding her of the strangeness of her reality. Was that where she was? Because this certainly was not what she'd figured was after death. Not that she'd ever really thought about it very much. Rinoa had always been the sort of person to live in the moment after all.

"Do you know where we are? Because I'm not really sure right now." She wasn't sure how much Angel understood her, but she didn't make a habit of talking down to animals like they were dumb. She was rewarded by the swablu cleverly working at the straps of her bag with her beak. Rinoa took that as a sign that the answers were inside and soon took over the task of emptying the bag out onto the ground. Surely something here would have answers even if it wasn't something obvious like a pamphlet entitled "Newbie's Guide to Heaven 101".