It smelled heavenly.
Totem Lurantis was delighted by the honey-red flowers carpeting the ground.
"Lurantis~"
Everyone appreciated beauty, and Pokémon were no exception.
She carefully knelt amid the flowers and raised her twin sickles as though in prayer, bathing in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy.
The wind blew.
The treetops rustled.
The flower field swayed in waves, as if breathing slowly and evenly.
Flecks of green light rose and danced playfully around Totem Lurantis before slipping back into the flowers and disappearing.
The forest was "alive."
Baimu understood that keenly.
In the Pokémon World, rocks could become Geodude, piles of sand could become Sandygast, and even magma could become Slugma. A cosmic virus exposed to a laser could even mutate into Deoxys!
He wouldn't be surprised if a Pokémon born from the collective consciousness of a forest, an ocean, or the sky appeared one day.
"Phew..."
He straightened up and tipped his watering can, only to find it empty. He clapped his hands twice, then rubbed them together to get some of the damp soil off.
Not far away,
Castform was playing with Shiny Gengar.
Despite the size difference, both Pokémon were carefree optimists. One planted flowers while the other watered them, and they soon became friends.
Baimu narrowed his eyes. Watching them laugh and play, then looking at Totem Lurantis kneeling serenely like a refined young lady, he couldn't help imagining a scene—
A young lady's personal maid sneaking off to meet a brash young outsider.
Hm?
Not good.
He'd watched too many historical dramas lately. He needed to get Mawile to switch genres.
He shook his head, clearing away the stray thought.
Meanwhile, Totem Lurantis slowly rose and walked over.
She was an unusually large Totem Pokémon, but ordinary Lurantis stood only around ninety centimeters