“And as if I wasn’t aching to remember who they are already, I keep seeing that blurred vision of a Gardevoir’s silhouette every once in a while when I sleep... kinda cutting in on my snoozing hours, making me restless as all get-out.

The little fennekin chuckled a little bit at the gourgeist’s question, reminiscing on old encounters. “The pokemon in this forest know who my mama is, and no one wants to anger my mama,” said Artemis. “Plus, if I’m around, my sisi is usually nearby, she protects me most of the time, other times it’s my nana who keeps watch.”

Rustling of leaves grabs the attention of the fennekin, turning their head and clicking at the source of the noise. “Okay, Diana, if that’s you, you better stop that!”