Wishing
“Someone’s in need of prayer... wishing... lots of it.”
Ramorvee sits in the forest. He appears visibly exhausted. “Very well. I have finished with my training. You seem to be a Legendary. A... Celebi, maybe? Probably not. I’ve never really experienced the energy of a legendary Pokemon before. I don’t know if my wish will count, being an outsider to this world... but I do know that as the Dream Weaver, it is my duty to make dreams come true... that very well includes my own, I suppose.”
He stretches and stands still, closing his eyes. “If I wish for the answer to my fur color problem... that would be cheating. I need someone to help me figure it out. Hmm... I think I know just the wish.
“A friend that would shed insight to me and help me learn what it is about myself I need to know... that could help me find the answer, since I assume this plague is because of the very thing responsible for my presence and my form... that which makes me the Dream Weaver.”
“...if he’s dead for good, can I just ask one thing? If anyone is listening... Help me be happy... or functional at least.”
Ramorvee and the sad Flareon have sent their wishes to Omni.
