The pleasantry provided by the environment was unusual - the weather was calm, yet hectic due to the nocturnal, vivid lifeforms that lurked in the shadows, creeping along every single leave that deemed itself worthy of becoming part of the hundreds - if not thousands of trees, bushes and other plants - that constitute the dense, mighty Alolan foliage - home of many peculiar species. From the small, Alolan Rattata, to even the dangerous Liepard - all dwellers of the night herself, coexisting under the Moon’s starry mantle.
Some vivid, others…more reclusive and reserved - yet willing to stand out for themselves in order to exist and be one with their surroundings, willing of becoming part of the cycle that was their daily lives.
He’s no exception from the latter.
The sensations of obscurations looming behind one’s self are constant, for everywhere your eyes look, darkness persists, however, it is until another of these shades join the orchestra that is the nightly environment, that the change in the ambiance can be felt.
Unbeknownst to the Primarina - or so her visitor hopes so, there is now an owlish, avian creature standing by her side, perched in a fallen over tree whose consistency was not enough to stand powerful and proud throughout a storm, now sentenced to start anew, and to become part of the soil - crustacean creatures having made a home of its insides, while the Decidueye uses the opposite as a perching place.
A pair of ghostly, amber orbs stare straight at the great, astral satellite looking over them both, admiring its beauty, features only bright due to it - otherwise doomed to remain dark in courtesy of his leafy, well-adjusted hood.
“Well, I’d say the answer is as simple as why you’re questioning such yourself, however…
I doubt you’d want to hear such from a complete stranger.
Who would I be to lecture, after all, right?“
Features do not turn to face the songstress’ pristine ones, not out of disregard, but, out of actual respect. Whether if his sudden apparition startled her or not didn’t concern him much, but he was not about to toss his manners away for the ocean to carry away and savor.
It took a moment for the intrusion to fully process through the queen's mind - her eyes remained closed and her expression, until...
She gasped softly at the realization of the other voice, at this scenario in which she found herself - talking to herself, being so strangely vocal when of course she would be questioned by a wandering passersby. How foolish of her - how idiotic!
"You... how long have you been standing there?" She cried, moving herself up from the sand and allowing her body to become encrusted with grains of sand. With a hasty and brisk brush of her fin, she wiped them all off as her heart pounded beneath her chest. "And for that matter, have you been... spying on me?"
A horrible question. Just what was she thinking, being so rude to someone who had, to his credit, acknowledging his own place in the situation? Even if, perhaps, it was greatly undeserved of him to do so.
And now, she managed to get a good look at him, this verdant, feathered creature with sharp eyes and a swarthy, quiet expression upon his face. Her lips parted slightly as she brought her fin to her lips in humble embarrassment.
"Oh... oh dear, I suppose you are not to blame. I apologize. I treated you very rudely." She remarked, her words nearly tripping over themselves. Hardly not regal for a Pokemon of her status. And given the situation, her attitude was certainly not helping things, for her cheeks were beginning to glow a soft pink - humiliation! "Please forgive me - I can get caught up in my thoughts sometimes."
She shook her head to both herself, and to the unnamed Pokemon. The gaze it lay upon her seemed to pierce through her very soul - through its darkness, its light, and to the murky mire underneath. Her heart skipped a beat.
Ba-thump, ba-thump. Quick, erratic - arrhythmical.
"But you bring a valid point to the floor. Indeed, I suppose it is pointless to question myself like this when the past is already over and done with. Quite wise, I must say, of you to think of." She remarked, putting her fin to her heart, its thumping pounding against the rough skin of her chest.
Yet, despite all of this, she managed a shaky, albeit graceful and opulent, smile.
"And I suppose I must ask, as sudden as this might sound, do you think my questioning pointless? Merely listening to myself as an audience is not satisfactory, I must say..." She trailed off, her eyes filling with a distant sadness - somewhere off in the sea, locked away in a cave beneath the water's rippling surface, was the truth behind her thoughts. And yet... here she was, asking him.
A complete stranger, in his own words.
"I would love to hear your opinion on the matter."
