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With a dull thud, Melody dropped the last of the wood needed for tonight’s bonfire on the beach. Though it was still summer, the approach of fall slowly was creeping into the nights, which was sure to make the heat of the fire a great comfort that night. She signaled to the person in charge that she had finished, and was going home to prepare. Best to leave the assembly to people who wouldn’t be crushed under what is being lifted.

Gill took a few gentle steps towards the bank of the river in Flute Fields. In his hands lay a glowing pastel pink flower lantern. It was the Firefly Festival, and that meant it was also a time to pay respects to his ancestors as well as those whom have passed. There was a solemn look about his face. This particular lantern he was floating for his mother, and the memories she left behind. He knelt next to the water, with the lantern in hand, he lowered his head in a short silence. He whispered his blessings for her to the Harvest Goddess before opening his eyes and lowering the lantern into the water.

Ah festivals. Gill typically liked festivals, though some he favored over others. They were great ways to attract tourism and kept the towns people happy. Though there's always the possibility for incidents, which he tends to worry about when festival times roll around. However, for this particular festival he had traveled to Forget-Me-Not, so it was meant for him to have time to relax. But for the beach festival.. he couldn't see getting much relaxing done. It wasn't a particularly quiet festival.

Toby was excited today. He was elated; the sun was shining, and he just felt so uplifted and excited to go fishing. He has these days occasionally; he feels about as pumped as Luke to go out and fish. He threw on his jacket and grabbed his fishing equipment before running out the door. "Bye Ozzie-!" he called before heading outside. Ozzie looked a bit exasperated, but he didn't want to stop and chat.

His bare feet padded on the pavement as he ran. He had gotten to about the middle of town, feeling the warm wind in his hair and.. He stopped suddenly. It was far more breezy.. on his legs.. than normally. He pursed his lips before looking down. Instead of seeing his capri pants, he saw his blue boxers with the fish print on them. His face turned bright red.

This was one of the most odd things that has happened to him. As of late anyways.. Currently, he sat in the middle of town square; though everything looked so incredibly large. He looked down at his feet, which were nothing more than little orange chick feet. Surrounded by yellow down feathers. He tried to reach out, but all he had were little baby wings. He felt frustrated as he looked around. Someone should be able to help him, but who?

Gill was currently at home, knowing that now he just wanted to clean. He knew his father was not home at the moment and he sort of wanted to try something, so it was the perfect time to do so. He pushed the clothes in front aside in his closet to see his dresses in the back. He picked out his maid dress and quickly put it on. He always felt so comfortable in dresses; it felt natural. But the problem was that he very much identified as a male. He barely understood why he liked it as much as he did, so he didn't really expect anyone else to understand. He could only see people laughing at him for it. Although Luke didn't when he found out, he figured he was just lucky then.

"This is going to be my best idea ever!" Ross said as he scribbled on some poster paper. He smiled as he colored, sitting on the wooden floor of his tree house above his house in Grasswhistle forest. Making the finishing touches, he got up and looked over his masterpiece. He nodded and picked it up, rushing down the tree with a huge grin, not stopping until he reached the Plaza.

He panted, catching his breathe and turned to a spot next to a shady tree, close to the hustle and bustle of the busy street shops. He ran down and created a makeshift stand showcasing the colorful sign that he created.

The warm morning sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon when Eden stirred from her deep slumber. Slowly opening her eyes, she uncurled her slender body and sat up, yawning softly. The place she called home was a small burrow in the ground on the edge of Verdant Garden, far away from any Pokémon she thought might disturb her solitary life. The only times she came into contact with another Pokémon was when it was absolutely necessary, such as if they were trying to steal from her berry tree.

This tree was one that grew one of her favorite foods, Pecha Berries. It stood directly above her burrow, thus she had claimed it as hers the moment she had decided to make her home here. From that day on, she attacked almost any Pokémon she saw trying to steal from her tree. The other residents of Verdant Garden had long since learned not to venture into Eden's territory or else they'd have a feisty Snivy on their heels.

Today, she was in a particularly good mood, so she decided to go for a stroll in the nearby area. Before she left, however, Eden laid out her breakfast (consisting of a leaf full of Pecha Berries) on her sunbathing stone. Thinking that no one would dare touch her food, she continued on her merry way, humming an old tune she'd heard from her mother when she was younger.

By the time she returned, her stomach was growling loudly. She was headed for her burrow when she saw a figure leaned over her stone, appearing as if they were about to snatch her breakfast. Picking up her pace, she zoomed over and attempted to look as threatening as possible to the unfamiliar Pokémon.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"