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At a young age, the children of Johto were taught to direct any questions or concerns they had about Pokemon to their local Pokemon Centre, the nurses having trained both in Pokemon medicine as well as public services. Those cities with a Gym could usually provide the same information and help from the trainers there, evidently experienced in dealing with Pokemon. Usually, the people Violet City went to the closest of their two choices, but as Leader of a Gym, Falkner had to make many a judgement call as to whether he should deal with a problem on his own or not. In this particular instance, what to do with the egg he crouched before, poking it lightly in thought.
On one hand, if it was a wild Pokemon's, he should leave it where it was, or at least move it further into the underbrush from the middle of the path it had been left on. On the other, it could have been abandoned here by a trainer not prepared to deal with a baby Pokemon, in which case he had best bring it to the PokeCentre. The dilemma had him stuck where he was, staring much too intently at the innocent egg as if it could tell him what it wanted him to do with it. Even the Taillow on his shoulder had gone quiet, appearing for all intents and purposes to have been also mulling over their options when it was more likely to have simply gotten tired of being ignored.
He had no idea how long he had been mulling this over, but the length of his shadow was beginning to worry him. He had almost hoped a wild Pokemon would come back to claim the egg to decide for him, and was beginning to grow anxious. He didn't register the footsteps approaching him on the dirt path from behind until his Taillow turned to chirp a greeting, startling into almost losing his balance.
