… most importantly, have fun!
The morning sun was cold, blanketed by the thick sheets of snow-white cloud that usually hung over Lifebloom town during the winter. The trees were leafless, and the paths were covered in the frost-decorated leaves that had fallen. The distant tweets of the Hatchirings echoed in the peaceful quiet, and the sweet mews of the Murdanis, added a sense of homeliness.
Sebastian appreciated the sounds of the pokemon, and had all but ignored the mayor's speech, unintentionally, of course. He hadn't meant to, but he was quite groggy from the early wake-up required to get to the speech in time. The others that had come to listen to the speech, a group of no more than 7, all entered the lab, and Sebastian followed.
The lab, oddly, was quite homely. A fireplace roared gently at the far end of the room, flecks of ember spitting out. An old armchair, a deep red in colour, sat proud in front of the fire. Sitting in the armchair, facing away from the fire, was an older man, reading a battered book, the pages a dim yellow. The man looked up at the group, and smiled.
"Aha! You lot must be the group that have come to help me in my research, correct?"
The morning sun was cold, blanketed by the thick sheets of snow-white cloud that usually hung over Lifebloom town during the winter. The trees were leafless, and the paths were covered in the frost-decorated leaves that had fallen. The distant tweets of the Hatchirings echoed in the peaceful quiet, and the sweet mews of the Murdanis, added a sense of homeliness.
Sebastian appreciated the sounds of the pokemon, and had all but ignored the mayor's speech, unintentionally, of course. He hadn't meant to, but he was quite groggy from the early wake-up required to get to the speech in time. The others that had come to listen to the speech, a group of no more than 7, all entered the lab, and Sebastian followed.
The lab, oddly, was quite homely. A fireplace roared gently at the far end of the room, flecks of ember spitting out. An old armchair, a deep red in colour, sat proud in front of the fire. Sitting in the armchair, facing away from the fire, was an older man, reading a battered book, the pages a dim yellow. The man looked up at the group, and smiled.
"Aha! You lot must be the group that have come to help me in my research, correct?"
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