#harvestmon

Sure, hun! Sounds very cute!

(OOC: just some questions that I thought could be fun for those interested. Other Harvestmon blogs, feel free to reblog this and take these questions as well!)

Normal: Try describing yourself in one word!

Grass: What is your favorite dish? Is there a particular way you like it cooked?

Fire: Do you more often rely on your head or your heart when making a big decision?

Water: Do you prefer interacting with lots of different people at once, or just one or two at a time?

Electric: Talk something that excites you! What are you looking forward to in the near future?

Bug: What kind of a person do you see yourself as being ten years from now?

Flying: If you could travel to any other region or town, where would you want to visit?

Poison: What’s a major turn-off for you? Is there a type of person who you just can’t get along with?

Rock: Tell us the life motto you live by!

Ground: If you were stuck on a desert island alone, name three things you would want to have with you.

Fighting: Name somebody you know who you really, really look up to and admire.

Psychic: If you were a Pokemon yourself, what kind do you think you would be?

Ghost: Do you have any phobias or intense fears?

Ice: What season is your favorite, and why?

Dragon: Do you prefer fiction or nonfiction in your literature?

Dark: What do you think is your worst personality flaw? Do you try and hide it around others?

Steel: Do you have any hidden talents? Outside of your occupation, name something you’re good at!

recklesswhite

Serena had finished the evening’s errands, but still had an entire night of commissions to fix up for the people who had sent her requests. It was mostly reparations... new orders were usually made at the beginning of a season, so that made sense.

And now, she needed something to make that happen.

The cafe doors opened, revealing her- she was probably one of Whitlea’s most common customers, needing a coffee fix once in the morning and once in the evening without fail. Fennekin had joined her for an evening off, perched quietly on his owner’s shoulder and more alert than she was.

She strode up to the counter, seeing the barista hard at work. This was a popular place, after all.

“Evening, Whitlea! Sorry for not stopping by this morning, I ended up being busy and just having to make instant. Could I have the usual, please? Caf au Lait, two spoonfuls of sugar?” she asked. It was rare that she ordered anything other than Kalosian coffee- then again, it was rare that she ordered anything other than Kalosian anything. Even without her name, people could pinpoint her as Kalos-born within five minutes of interacting with her due to her fragile tastes.

teacher-brendan

As the clock struck at three-o’-clock in the afternoon on a cloudy and humid day, about twenty children of varying ages poured out of the little schoolhouse, most of them taking young Pokemon with them.

“Poochyena! You and me are gonna be just as great as Teacher and Sylveon one day. Let’s work hard on the ranch today.” one girl said, taking the Dark-type into her arms and heading off with her mother.

“C’mon, Pichu, that was a good day today! So, eight eights is sixty-four... nine nines is eighty-one... and ten tens is a hundred! This is easy! But... I don’t know what eleven elevens is just yet.” The Pichu replied with a small cry to the boy, its cheeks crackling. “Now, if only you know how to shock without hurting yourself...”

Soon, all of the children left... except for one.

“Mother...?”

A little girl seemed out of it, looking around with an Azurill clutched close in her arms. “Where is Mother?”

Rain began to fall, as the little girl huddled under the overhang.

“Azurill... i-it’s okay. Mother’ll be here soon... I hope.” 

She turned back to the building. “Um, Teacher? Sylveon? My parents aren’t here just yet....”

---

As this all unfolded, Serena was walking on a path, being dragged on a leash by her Absol.

“Sol!”

The Pokemon seemed particularly out-of-it today, thrashing on its leash and wanting to get away from the usual walking path. In fact, he was trying to dash towards...

“The schoolhouse? Is something wrong at the school?” asked Serena, before quickly being given an answer as Absol cut the leash string in half with his scythe.

@dreampsychicgirl

“Cait? Cait!”

Caitlin and Serena were undoubtedly two sides of a coin. The two had always gotten along rather well despite their nearly opposite personalities, having lived right near one another. Sharing the same occupation but in vastly different ways, Caitlin was undoubtedly Serena’s senior when it came to the art of the needle and thread. Rather than being rivals, the two often exchanged wares, tips, and opinions on one another’s work.

It was for that last detail that Serena was dropping by today.

Giving a knock at Caitlin’s door, Serena waited without much patience for her friend to answer the door.