"Just right for starting a fire. Latias is so good to me."
Dian stood there bare-chested without a care. No one was watching anyway, and even if someone were, it hardly mattered. He had nothing to lose by being seen.
He looked at the fire in front of him with satisfaction. Whenever he wanted to start a fire in the future, he could just think about egg-laying.
Dian firmly believed that every display of shyness meant the mouth said no while the body said yes.
"Misdreavus~"
Misdreavus began chopping the mushrooms and greens it had gathered and dropping them into the boiling pot. Wisps of fragrance gradually spread through the air.
"La~ la la la~ la—"
Meloetta hummed a song as it helped stir the pot.
Dian glanced around. Everywhere he looked, he saw thick grass, tall, verdant trees, and... curious eyes peering at them.
Threads of sunlight slanted down through the canopy, falling on a pair of round, dark eyes.
"Cater?"
A Caterpie that had a faint chance of one day dominating the world and smashing meteors quietly hid in the grass beneath a tree, chewing tender green leaves as it watched the strange creatures before it.
There was a little fox with curly white fur that radiated cold, alongside a Rattata with a similarly curled tail.
It had seen Rattata before, but this was its first time seeing the little fox beside it.
Longing... a faint longing stirred in Caterpie's heart, a longing to spread its wings and see the world.
"Vul?"
Vulpix blinked its bluish eyes and tilted its head, looking in confusion at the little purple mouse that was the same size as itself.
"Rattata?"
Rattata glanced at the little fox beside it. Instinct alone told it that the fox was still a baby.
It hesitated,