Poni Grove.
Vast swathes of violet-blue flowers grew across the ground and climbed the vines. A faint mist drifted through the air, lending the little lake at the garden's center an air of mystery.
"We're here."
With Galarian Corsola perched on his shoulder, pretending to be asleep, Baimu quietly took in every corner of the garden.
In both Simulator scenarios, Totem Ribombee had appeared on its own and attacked the intruder. Hopefully, the Island King's hospitalization wouldn't affect it.
He found a clean boulder and sat down. Then it occurred to him that he had nothing else to do.
Why not collect some nectar?
Golden nectar was one of the main ingredients in the Alolan cream stew he'd learned to make yesterday. Swapping it for the similar violet-blue nectar might give it a different flavor.
Sounded good.
It would save him a trip to Melemele Meadow, too. Those little yellow chicks there weren't exactly friendly.
Just as he was about to ask Shiny Gengar for a bottle to collect it in, a strange cry came from the mist-shrouded lake in the distance.
"Yoo-woo~"
The cry was sweet and delicate.
Baimu and Gengar turned toward it together. Corsola opened her will-o'-wisp eyes as well.
The cry sounded oddly familiar. Looking out across the misty lake, he could just make out a long, snake-like shadow.
...The Loch Ness Monster?
No.
A Dragonair!
Baimu walked slowly to the lakeshore, and the shadow came into focus.
Sure enough.
Her white, angel-wing-like fins, pale-blue scales, and gleaming white underside gave away her identity.
The Pokémon in the middle of the lake was indeed Dragonair, a Dragon-type Pokémon once considered almost legendary back in the first generation.
He quietly concealed himself.
This was the first wild Dragonair he'd seen outside Dragon's Den.
He hadn't expected to