Even in times like this, Pokémon were a marvel, a true masterpiece to behold. In times of stress, you had them and somehow they calmed everything. They were life partners, as much a friend as any person could be, but their hearts were pure. So, in essence, they were the true miracles in all of this.
Wild Pokémon nowadays had grown more belligerent, but it was understandable and it made his heart ache. Burgh continued playing his flute and ended up calling forth a wild Mothim and a Ninjask, both who didn’t seem happy about being disturbed. They listened in silence, perched on opposing branches and eying him in irritation. The music was fine, but he obviously was not.
Burgh’s Vespiquen stood at attention next to him, giving the newcomers a regal glare.
The silent performance continued and more bug Pokémon emerged; he was so caught up in playing that he failed to notice footsteps in approach. Vespiquen did, however, but upon seeing who it merely made a small hum of wariness.