Vivillon mail from Gorm!
[A large ish basket, filled with toys, a fluffy blanket, a half eaten bag of food, some rocks, a bottle of mostly finished and labeled medication, and a well worn friend ball covered in a large variety of stickers, some faded with time- it seems so unalike something a Plasma Sage would own.]
[Upon opening, a rather old and sickly Whimsicott wearinf a soothe bell around it’s neck like a collar is released, looking rather confused by it’s new surroundings- it’s obvious it hasn’t been in the sun for a long time… But apart from age based ailments, it was obviously rather well cared for, especially to have gotten to this age.]
[Shilo was mildly surprised every time a delivery Pokemon managed to get all the way out here, even if she should know by now that these courier Pokemon were Built Different. In hindsight, it made far more sense than a direct box deposit. ... Did that old man even have access to a pc box? Even if he did, the potential for tracing where the exchange went... Yes, probably much better to use the delivery Vivillon. More so for the safety of whatever idiot would try to track them down.
She thanked the hardy butterfly and gave it a few poffins for the road before turning her full attention to the basket. A low growl from the shadows clued her in that her Zoroark was ready to leap in in case of any traps. Though Shilo was highly doubtful of anything of the sort. The Sage had no reason to send her an exploding basket, and if he did she'd be more impressed about how he made it than upset.
They carefully inspected each item, she'd worry about logging them later once they had decided which area the mystery-mon would be staying in. She was delicate with the ball, as if the Pokemon inside could feel her touch. After barely a second of wondering if whatever it was could be dangerous, she let the Pokemon out.
Whimsicott, botanical biology, grass/fairy elemental alignment.
"Appears elderly, weak, in need of sunlight? Other vitamins?" She murmured to herself, taking a few quick notes on her phone before continuing on.
"Hello there, little friend... I'm sorry if you're a bit confused. You don't deserve to be moved so suddenly when you've reached your retirement years. Looks like your trainer thinks you'll be safer here..." They gently offered their hand while tutting softly, moving slow as to not frighten her new patient. She had always been able to communicate well with Pokemon, even ones she hadn't met before, especially since-- .... Especially since she finished her trainer journey. She can even accurately infer their communications back. It wasn't quite fluid talking, like a conversation, it was more... Intuitive. A connection she could make with nearly any Pokemon, as long as they were willing.
"I'll set you up somewhere cozy and warm, with a heat and sun lamp, don't you worry little one. I promise that you are safe here."]