[Oh. A mutant. A mutant with a deity's gene. Like it was cursed to always worship the thing that it pseudo appeared. Truly, what a horrible life. A horrible life like that must have had a cause, though. Was it thrust upon them through birth and genetics? Were they 'blessed' with such a thing from Rayquaza? How? Whatever the cause of the mutation, the creature held horrid, demeaning pity for the fluffy green thing.]
Curse? Yome thought. If she were younger, she might have thrown her life away over such words. Even now, she dared let her anger shine through her, though steeped - suffocated, even - in the sense that this Pokemon could obliterate her if it had the slightest interest.
“Why wonder? You must know well how Eevees evolve. 5 of them go through an incredibly changing evolution when exposed to mere, common, elemental rocks...
“And the other three go through full-body transformations by getting a little emotional under the right conditions. So...
“Give a young Eevee 10 years alone with a god, who used to overflow with its own potent life energy. You can see for yourself how that turned out.”
