Everyday life on a gentle breeze, a satisfying answer, nightfall in Lumiose City: three short stories.

(I listened to "Sky, Sea, and Poetry" from Makoto Shinkai's 5 Centimeters per Second while writing this. Try reading along with it.)

Everyday life on a gentle breeze.

"When did I start keeping a diary?"

Dressed in pale green pajamas, Azisa suddenly wondered about that beneath her desk lamp.

It must have been after that little one was sent here.

She smiled softly, then rested her head on her diary and gazed at the Pokémon Egg beside her.

Its pale green markings blossomed like the feelings in the young woman's heart.

As though something had suddenly occurred to her, she laughed. "Come to think of it, I never expected to see Dian looking so glum. It was a little... funny..."

Azisa pressed her palms together and silently apologized to him for finding it amusing.

Still, it really was funny. To think that someone as sly as him would get teased for once.

"Master Wallace... I'd love to see that battle that left Dian both frustrated and happy."

She blinked, then switched on the computer beside her and searched for "Wallace" and "Drake."

The very first result was an eye-catching headline: "An unprecedented chaotic battle: Elite Drake meets Master Wallace. Hidden detail: Elite Lorelei's disciple?!"

"There it is!"

Azisa was just about to click, but her hand paused on the mouse. Then she smiled. "Let's watch it with everyone tomorrow. I'm sure that little one would really want to see it."

Remembering a video about Mawile she had stumbled across last time, she couldn't help smiling faintly. Dian really hadn't changed in that respect.

After putting the computer to sleep, Azisa wished the Pokémon Egg beside her good night and got ready for bed.

*Oh, right. Dian said Master Wallace gave him this privately as an apology, asking him not to