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They were wandering aimlessly through the pasture in complete silence, and this killed
Glaceon. She had so much to say and ask about the Eevee, and she was sure that if she
spoke up Leafeon would viciously shush her. But the deafening quiet made Glaceon
insane, and she couldn't resist talking.
“I may know where an Eevee is…” She uncertainly said, waiting for Leafeon to tell her to
shut up. Instead, she did the complete opposite, and stopped walking.
Glaceon was startled by Leafeon's abrupt stop. “Wait…so… you actually …might know…
where to find one?” She answered, a strange light in her warm eyes.
Still unsure, Glaceon lightly nodded. “Well, since Espeon said that our pre-evolution forms
are an Eevee, which means an Eevee must evolve into one of our energies. Try thinking
of what our elements are tied to. Yours is the forest; so we should look in grass, trees,
copses… anywhere where natural foliage rests. Mine is ice; try snowy lands and a polar
ice cap. Vaporeon; rivers, waterfalls, oceans. So, pretty much anywhere we’d find an
Eevee.”
A flash of visible soundless gratitude swept over Leafeon.
“Thank you Glaceon! Finally, I can fi- Wait. We’re in a pasture now… Where are the
Eevee? Or any other Pokémon?” The two energies looked around themselves. There were
no Pokémon in the sky; which now was a light shadowy gold, no movement in the dark
row of trees, nothing in the softly swaying grass and it was completely desolate in the
distance all around.
Glaceon faced Leafeon. “It is night. They are all sleeping. We should wait a few more
hours until dawn begins to gently wake them.” She said. Leafeon whined.
“I don’t have the time or patience for that!”
Glaceon shook her head, her fringe becoming messed again. “You’ll just have to. Two
hours at the most and the wild Pokémon stir. Humans wake a little later, having liking
their ‘sleep-ins’.”
This is surreal… How is it possible for Glaceon to know all this? She’s only wakeful for
three months of each year, and is weighed down with the task of preparing and
maintaining winter. She is so busy, how does she get the time to study life below?
Leafeon thought.
“Well,” She began, not sure where to go with the sentence, “Where are the humans?”
They had begun walking again. “I’d just told you; they’re all sleeping. In their homes.”
Glaceon answered. “And… Where do we find one of their homes?” Leafeon asked. The
word ‘home’ struck a strange feeling inside Leafeon’s heart. The feeling was of hurt. Why?
Was it because she believed she had no real place or importance in the universe? Was it
because she didn’t grow up knowing her parents?
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