a body colored like cream, a dusting of red tapering along the majority of its tail 'til the end, at which a more solid hue of red overtakes / no longer permits any suggestion of the body's coloration through its shade. it was as though the creature was a figy berry, given life. or was it more akin to a custap... ?
the gym leader shakes their head vigorously, ( that's not important... ) to clear their mind of attempts to liken it to a berry. they regain focus on the more important question: what pokemon is it?
... and finally, as though in silent admission of lacking an answer, grusha's head tilts.
"you... are not from around here." they'd never seen such a pokemon in their life. although their knowledge was far from all-encompassing, it's enough to make them wish they had silver's pokedex. but perhaps most notably, grusha doesn't recognize it as native to glaseado mountain. heterochrome gaze sweeps its small(ish) form, and they continue their assessment under their breath, "but i guess you have an owner; your hat looks well-made. should i take you back to the gym... ?"
surprise starter for @minban (alice)
