Clouds dotted the skies over Mistralton City, just barely managing to blot out the mid-afternoon sunlight. A roar known quite commonly to the people of this city came through the air, signalling the return of a rather famous denizen. After a moment of quiet, all throughout the town, the murmurings of the townfolk could be heard. "Is that her? She's returned? What for? I hope all is okay. Maybe she's just coming to see her daughter. Or maybe the Celestial Tower again." Comments like that began spreading like wildfire and then people went on about their day. If one was lucky, they might have caught sight of the ghostly-pale woman with a green Pokémon and a white-haired companion before vanishing off out of the town...
"Sew! Sew! Sewaaaddle!" A Pokémon on the path to Celestial Tower happily sang a little song atop its trainer's head. The trainer was a terribly short girl, easily matching the "ghostly-pale" description rumored around town, and the Sewaddle fitting any green Pokémon mentioned as well. Though this girl was far from a "legendary trainer" or anything of the sort, she had received a call asking her to meet at the Celestial Tower, and so she and her partner were on their way. There was a strange feeling in the air today, and the roar of that Pokémon earlier could only signal that something could be wrong.
"Yes, yes, Calvin... The darkness hangs heavy in the air tonight. The circumstances of our summoning can be for no mere casual meet-and-greet. No, this is perhaps some unholy task that the divines sought cruel enough to inflict upon the two of us. But our shadows stretch far and long, so there is nothing to fear. Ufufu... She muttered strange things to her Pokémon, a tired and estranged smile spreading across her face. The Sewaddle atop her head seemed to giggle at this before nestling into her hair as the tower came into view. Thankfully the wild Pokémon seemed subdued by the roar earlier, so nothing had attacked. On today, even a trainer with no Pokémon could cross Route 7 with ease. "With any fortune, there will be no visitors at the tower so that we can receive our mission and be on our way. Our abode will not keep itself warm or clean, after all. That would simply translate to her not having done her chores for the day, to anyone who could understand her tongue. And coming up on the Tower, she stood right in front of the entrance and awaited the one who called her.
"Sew! Sew! Sewaaaddle!" A Pokémon on the path to Celestial Tower happily sang a little song atop its trainer's head. The trainer was a terribly short girl, easily matching the "ghostly-pale" description rumored around town, and the Sewaddle fitting any green Pokémon mentioned as well. Though this girl was far from a "legendary trainer" or anything of the sort, she had received a call asking her to meet at the Celestial Tower, and so she and her partner were on their way. There was a strange feeling in the air today, and the roar of that Pokémon earlier could only signal that something could be wrong.
"Yes, yes, Calvin... The darkness hangs heavy in the air tonight. The circumstances of our summoning can be for no mere casual meet-and-greet. No, this is perhaps some unholy task that the divines sought cruel enough to inflict upon the two of us. But our shadows stretch far and long, so there is nothing to fear. Ufufu... She muttered strange things to her Pokémon, a tired and estranged smile spreading across her face. The Sewaddle atop her head seemed to giggle at this before nestling into her hair as the tower came into view. Thankfully the wild Pokémon seemed subdued by the roar earlier, so nothing had attacked. On today, even a trainer with no Pokémon could cross Route 7 with ease. "With any fortune, there will be no visitors at the tower so that we can receive our mission and be on our way. Our abode will not keep itself warm or clean, after all. That would simply translate to her not having done her chores for the day, to anyone who could understand her tongue. And coming up on the Tower, she stood right in front of the entrance and awaited the one who called her.