Rota, a couple of months ago
(More or less following this series of posts)
Silent is sitting at a table in an open roof cafe. He is drinking from his cup while checking some proposals in the PEFE BBS Board - he sighs at not having the time to properly review them.
Underneath his chair a bifurcated tail swishes back and forth and some purring is heard. Sol enjoys the piece of cake she has been offered and takes her swift time to nom it
After a while she notices a lone Leafeon walking down the street towards them. The two of them faintly glare at each other before the Leafeo gives a curt salutation.
Sol -blinks: <…Here already? How did it go?>
Ichtacya the Leafeon -unamusedly: <It hasn't changed much, The peoplemons have. Others around.> -- looks aside -- <They don't know me.>
Sol: <You hail from around here, don't you?>
Ichtacya: <I don't.> -- sits -- <I just used to live here for a while. So, what else is there to see?>
Sol: <I thought you'd know...> -- frowns.
Ichtacya: <I mean we didn't come to see the city.> -- looks up to Silent -- <Hey? What are we doing here?>
Silent takes a moment to refocus and turns to the Leafeon.
"We're vacationing. Plus some of the others are around here and I haven't seen then for a while."
At that Sol emerges from under the chair and pokes her Pokéball. <Well, call me out when they're ready. I haven't slept for a while.> And disappears within it.
Ichtacya smirks then turns to the grass patch beyond the table, where Maekrite is laying and staring at the sky, with a sleeping Python digesting an egg he ate whole from Silent's plate.
Ichtacya: <…What's with them?> -- tilts head.
"They'll be okay. We all need a vacation... and I had to get Lileep out of Goldenrod anyway." -- thinks for a moment -- "Do you mind taking Dintel fo a walk?"
Ichtacya: <I guess not.> -- she goes to a nearby marble wall the Sandshrew is sitting against. -- <Hey, let's go for a walk?>
Dintel the Sandshrew: <Ooooh! Good! I was getting sleepy in here.>
The Sandshrew stands up and eagerly follows after the Leafeon's steps as they more or less randoml walk the nearby streets.
“Thou hast forgotten the face of thy Lord. Remember, mortal, and fear pet me.”