Synthesis of Floret & Foliage [Clementine & Samuel]
It's exactly 9:30 PM, and Fortree city has grown quieter than a Rattata sheltering from the routine nightly calls of Noctowl tucked high up within the giants of the forest.
Ever since Clementine arrived two days ago to pay a visit to the Bauers - dear old friends of the Fairchild family - the extraordinary city has kept to the privacy of its own phenomena and the tranquility of its natural landscape. The city is in every bit as quaint as Clementine remembers from the uncountable number of times she's visited since childhood; everything about this place consistently continues to move slowly and placidly through the continuum of time.
Not to mention, a hodgepodge of aged memories of being young and incredibly fun are vested throughout the area for Clementine, even if she had hardly visited anywhere else in Hoenn as a child. But she certainly does remember the holidays spent at least once every year here, along with the days that saw simple games like hide-and-go-seek and right-light-green-light and Commando forest war. Scattered throughout the forestland are fleeting glimpses of two children of the past engaging in worry-less recreation and horseplay.
... Bugs are still plentiful regardless of the climate, however, and they cluster about the territory, confining Clementine indoors day in and day out what with her undying phobia of arthropods. ✘ Such is the reason why Clementine fights nearly every need to leave the Bauer's tree-house, be it a need to gather groceries or to pick up miscellaneous necessities at the local Pokemart.
It's a bit of a pity that Samuel isn't home on the one chance Clementine found to visit Fortree to look after his grandmother, who snoozes quietly now in her armchair by the hearth with a throw tucked carefully over her lap by the off-work nurse. She does rather miss the shy kid whom she'd had sporadic yet ample opportunities to play and grow up with.
To satisfy her own boredom, Clementine opts to idle by the window immediately adjacent to the front door, gazing out into the star-riddled night sky in an attempt to commit the beauty of it to memory. Setting her tea mug down on the ledge, she leans forward slightly and thumps her forehead lightly against the cold glass, before shutting her eyes and letting a curious smile tug at her features.
"I wonder how Sammy's doing right now...?"