#dreamdesire

Ah yes, monsoons. Lots of tourist come to Alola expecting sunny weather all day. Unfortuatnly for them, Alola was not immune to the effects of mother nature. You had to be wary of the monsoons during the rainy seasons. Thankfully for most people technology had advanced far enough to predict when bad weather was going to hit the region.

Unfortuatnly not everyone had access to that or was smart enough to look that up. This is why Koko often went on patrol, just in case someone got caught in this weather for whatever reason. Not to mention any damage that was caused by all the rain and wind.

Huh, was that Jirachi struggling in the storm? What was a Jirachi doing here during a monsoon? Probably a question he should ask later. Right now, that Pokemon needed his help. Quickly, Koko swooped in and brought them into the Ruins of Conflict.

Tanabata had already come and gone; a holiday associated with wish making. But to see a Pokemon associated with wishes deciding to make an appearance was odd.

But that didn't mean she'd be rude to the little thing.

There's a new face up on the lighthouse tonight, it seems. Sitting on the railing is a small pokemon, glittering in gold-accented hues. Their attention seems locked on the night sky above them, oblivious or uncaring of the woman's approach.

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She's always admired the stars, the ways they'd glitter above ocean waves, morphing the heavens into a breathtaking chandelier of sorts. Unlike the more industrialized Goldenrod across the seas, Olivine—despite its growth and development—maintains a more rustic flair than its distant, sister city. What with little light pollution produced by the port, celestial bodies tend to be given the freedom to shimmer in their purest forms for viewing.

Which makes the lighthouse a prime location for appreciating their massive, wonderfully collectiveelegance. Jasmine's typically lost-in-thought, whenever stargazing—and on a night this crystal-clear, few would be able to blame her.

It's the caw of Panzu, Jasmine's Skarmory, that alerts the woman to a surprise visitor: a being, reminiscent of one she'd seen in storybooks of foreign lore long, long ago. Carefully, she wearily grows closer, if not only to inspect the radiance their tiny—yet seemingly powerful—frame exudes.

They offer a comforting little pat to Ree's shoulder!

Ree gives a small, sad little smile, before offering their hands for Jirachi to settle in again.

“I know you can pro’lly tell what I’m thinking about,” they say, quiet, as they lean back. “Honestly, it still feels too good ta be true. It’s hard to believe that I get some actual good days now. It’s …”

a pause. They exhale softly, looking up.

There is the soft sound of chimes as a familiar little creature floats into view. They look Ree up and down before nodding seemingly to themself. "Ah! I was thinking right. You are feeling better, yes?"

They’re climbing one of the trees just outside of Po Town.

Their body can do it, now. It’s so — bizarre, and strange, that their body can still have this strength even after three years. They’re sitting on one of the branches, in awe, when the wishing creature appears.

Ree blinks.

“—? I am, but … how did you…?”

Seems like they don’t remember giving that wish at all. Maybe they thought it was a fake thing. Their legs sway back and forth.