Enzo was apprehensive. It seemed that all of these Pokemon had a home among the trees besides her. This was ironic to the Simisear, but after spending months to years sleeping in beds of straw, she couldn't rightfully call the forest her domain anymore. The city lights shone blearily bright above the canopies, its skyscrapers digging into the night sky, and Enzo found that she longed for something more. Something... materialistic.
Surely, it wasn't the best idea, but Enzo wasn't known for having the best of ideas anyhow. Spear in hand, she hiked alongside the worn-in forest path as she approached the city. The walk was short, and as the metropolis came into view, she hid away behind a dumpster as a lone car scooted along the street. An antique shop caught her eye, weary and unguarded, as an ear-to-ear smile broke out across her face.
The glass windows were easy to smash with her spear. This shop was ancient, and sure wouldn't be denying her entry anytime soon. Nabbing a dusty old knapsack from the back counter, Enzo filled it to the brim with anything that caught her eye. More or less, this just meant that she was sweeping everything on the counters into the sack, including, but not limited to: a rusty old hammer, a silver spoon, a brazen dinner bell, and a replica statue of a Golduck.
But Enzo's greed was not satisfied. Sitting in a dainty display case, a luminescent pocketwatch shone golden even in the dim and dusty lighting. Little blue jewels were encrusted into the sides, while the silhouette of a Gogoat graced the front. Instantly, she wanted it.