It was the middle of the day, and Vanny was relaxing next to a tree while eating black ice cream. She felt she had to try it when told it was made with charcoal, but it tasted of creamy vanilla with a hit of coconut. While slightly disappointed, it was definitely something she'd try again.
"Hey, do you wan-" Looking down, the street Litten she took in had run off. Again.
"Seriously? Come on. Litten!" Going deeper in the forest, she kept calling out to her Pokémon. If an Ursaring got to her, Vanny would never forgive herself for not killing the fire starter first. After all the trouble the Alolan Pokémon caused her, she deserved to be the death of her.
"Roaw." Litten called out, coming from a bush.
"Seriously Litten, don't run off like that! It can't be safe in... What is this place? Pinwheel Forest? Or was it Viridian?" Pasio was such a difficult place to get used to. Due to how many Regions composed it, there was a little of everywhere that made it up. While it made it feel like home to some, others (like Vanny) got confused trying to remember the geography.
"Whatever, let's get back to-"
"Roaw!" she called out again, drawing her attention to the thing in her mouth.
Reaching down, Litten wasn't willing to give it up so easily. Causing the two to pull.
Litten didn't stand a chance with her small size, but she still got Vanny to fall on her butt.
"Hey, this is a Pokéflute, isn't it?" She'd never seen one in person, but she recognised it from a few movies.
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