@vcstspace ┊ starter call!
“why, aren’t you an unfamiliar face!” his tone’s a birdsong, unshakeable false cheer masking the pull of curiosity that threatens to spill from the teeth in his smile. dishonest, of course; this sort of running into one another was an expected route in the course of inevitable action. still, he plays the part of the foolish merchant: seated by the smoldering fire of his camp, an oran berry shucked between skilled fingers and his pocket knife. curiosity, ever-burning, glints in his eye. “come to catch more pokemon, have you? word has it my old friend has been booming in business since you two met!”
he wonders: how well does the prodigy of the creator’s own children fare? how deep do her blessings run? have palkia’s waters moved her talents in waves, or has she been damned to the pull of the currents?
