A Milotic gijinka approaches. "Excuse me, but what is this beautiful island called?" The oceans have carried Miio to many places, but rarely somewhere as lovely as this.
Balia turned from what she was doing, which was watching her team have a fun day at the beach. They all had worked hard with training and she’d accomplished a lot with her work. She figured everyone deserved a break for a while.
“Good Morning. This is Akala Island of the Islands of Alola.” her voice was a sweet soprano and her smile was gentle. Her bright green eyes looked up at this incredibly tall stranger with innocent curiosity. She knew she’d never seen this person before… but something at the back of her mind… her psychic senses were telling her that maybe she had met them before….? But when?
She didn’t want to say anything. She didn’t like broadcasting to strangers that she could feel things about them….. maybe if the feeling persisted she’d ask.