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Chapter 8: Musical Evolution
One week separated the university’s winter and spring quarters. Donald decided to stay in the real world for that time. He wasn’t burnt out on the World of Pokémon; he wanted to go back and hike from one spot to another while training Eiveen by battling trainers and wild Pokémon. And he much desired to visit the Professors again and help them with their different projects. But he noticed that he had been neglecting his friends in the real world. He hadn’t interacted with Mark and Steven throughout the entire previous quarter. Even on the day of the midterms, which he spent the latter part of relaxing and socializing, he forgot about them. Never before had he let a quarter pass and he not at least called or sent them a text message. It was time to right this wrong.
On Sunday morning he called both of his friends and invited them over, but they weren’t able to come until the next day. Donald used the extra time to prepare for the spring quarter, cleaning out his binders and putting fresh paper into the rings. Then he and Eiveen had lunch and watched TV with his parents for a couple of hours before heading outside with Eiveen for some training. They practiced her moves at first; pairing Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack, and Sand Attack into different combinations. Then Donald had her work at becoming more agile, having her zigzag back and forth in the sand. The sharp turns were ideal for dodging, and Donald believed that she could also use the maneuvers to position herself in combat. After three hours of training, the two returned to the house and took a shower. After drying, Eiveen took a nap. Donald played his Gameboy DS for a little while and then followed her into dreamland.
The next day, Donald, Eiveen and Steven met at Mark’s house in San Luis Obispo for lunch. Mark offered to drive everyone, noting that it was more fuel efficient for everyone to ride in one car. They ate at Foster’s Freeze in San Luis Obispo, gorging on the Big Boy burgers and washing them down with milkshakes. From there the quartet went to the library. They found a table outside, since the librarian denied Eiveen entry and neither Donald nor his friends cared to press the issue of her true identity.
The table was round and made of a pale white concrete. The seats had the look of a thick arc laid on its side and were made of the same material. Donald talked about his experiences with the four Professors in the World of Pokémon, each in turn. When he talked about how Eiveen played at the crater’s edge in Pallet Town, Steven perked up.
“You mean she went up to the stage front for the solos?” he asked, excitement mirrored in his eyes. Steven loved music and looked like a rocker, long, fine black hair, a long face with soft features, and tall without much visible muscle. He knew how to play acoustic guitar and was practicing the electric one. The only thing he lacked was any accent; he spoke just like Mark and Donald.
Donald nodded. “Yeah, during the guitar solos she would bound up to the front and start playing it like guitarists in music videos.” He imitated Eiveen, holding an air guitar.
“Sweet,” Steven said and turned to face Eiveen. “You must have had fur going everywhere. You know how to party.”
“Ee,” Eiveen smiled up at him.
Donald continued with the story, although he was interrupted within a few minutes again, this time by his other friend.
“Ash’s house?” Mark inquired, his eyes wide in surprise. “Like, the main character of the TV series Ash?” Donald nodded. “And the star of the movies?” Again, the other nodded. “Well was he home?” Mark continued.
“No, but he was on the phone with his mom. She was telling him about the concert. I had a nice chat with Ash though. It was awesome to actually speak with The Ash Ketchum.”
“Oh, I bet,” Mark replied ecstatically. Mark and Donald met at Cal Poly in a Biopsychology class. They had clicked almost immediately. Mark was also a long time fan of Pokémon, although he had let his love of the game wane over the years. The subject of his passion became Microbiology, which was why it was no surprise when Mark interrupted again when Donald got to the conversation with Professor Oak about the Poisons of the Pokémon world. Mark practically demanded the conversation be repeated verbatim, though he settled for reading the study given to Donald by the Professor.
After leaving the library, the four of them went hiking in Morro Bay. It was an easy hike, and they took it slow, talking as they went, Mark and Steven telling Donald what they had been doing over the last two and a half months. For Mark it was school. Steven had been busy too; surfing and learning to play the electric guitar. Then they talked about their plans for the next two and a half months. Steven reported that he was going to practice the electric guitar some more and surf. Then he added that he had been accepted for a job at a music store in downtown San Luis Obispo. He had been working hard to get it and revealed that it was the primary reason he was practicing the Electric guitar.
Donald and Mark talked about the classes they were taking next quarter. Mark could hardly wait for the quarter to begin, since his classes were all in his field. He had spent a few hours in the campus library each day, reading the copies of his classes’ textbooks it had on reserve. Besides begin studious, the only other news was that he had begun an exercise regiment to stay in shape, something he read was recommended to students.
The hike took a couple of hours. Once they returned to the car, the four of them went to Mark’s house for a swim in his pool. Then Donald and Steven went home to wrap up the day.
Over the course of the week, Mark, Steven, and Donald met a few times more. They played computer games and watched movies at Donald’s house, Steven gave Eiveen guitar lessons, and Mark discussed with Donald the different poisons described by the study provided by Professor Oak. On Friday, just after lunch, Donald decided to create a few more playlists. This time however, Eiveen was there to help him. Donald thoroughly enjoyed putting together playlists for the iPod. He tried to let each one tell a story.
It had been that way with the three song playlist he used at Professor Rowan’s Pokémon Summer Academy. The first song gave a warning to the inevitable difficulties and failures that would accompany any Pokémon adventure, contrasting the ego some new trainers would have and the reality they would face. The second was intended to reflect the excitement one would have on their journey and the bond between trainer and Pokémon. The last was meant for those that were unsure about their journey, who were afraid to experience that life, to motivate them to reconsider standing on the sidelines so as not to have a regret on their conscience. Together, they create the short tale of a young, new trainer whose excitement causes him to be headstrong and overconfident, and after many experiences, develops doubt in his abilities as a trainer.
The playlist he played in Pallet Town also tells a story. It begins with the oppression of a desperate people, encouraging those who are subjugated to keep up their morale. The second song represents their uprising, how they find their strength and decide to fight rather than submit. The struggle itself is played out in the third and fourth songs, first the conflict between the two militaries and then the fight to continue the resistance amongst doubts of liberation and failing courage. The tale concludes revealing the freedom the rebels win and their declaration that their independence will not be easily stolen. Though randomly chosen, Through the Fire and Flames sets the stage for a continuance of the story, describing the return of the subjugators and the prolonging fight for independence, and is a song written to inspire its listeners to action, to protect themselves and their hard earned freedom.
It was easygoing at first, Donald sampling songs to create a theme for a playlist, with Eiveen either approving or disapproving. But then Eiveen began trying to suggest songs. She tried singing them to Donald, using her name in an attempt to capture and display the melody and tune of the song she wanted. But Donald didn’t understand and couldn’t capture the melody she offered. Again and again she tried, but to no avail. The stream of failures whittled away at her patience the way a windstorm eroded rock. Finally, she simply lowered her head in frustration and boiled with anger at not being able to communicate with him. But her silent fury quickly turned to sadness. She jumped up onto the bed and trudged to the corner farthest from Donald and began to whimper, crying softly to herself. Tears thudded against the pillow, loud enough for Donald to hear them. At first he didn’t know where it was coming from. But he listened and followed the sound to Eiveen, and then saw a tear fall from her face.
“Eiveen?” he asked, shocked that she was crying. “Why are you crying?”
Eiveen turned just a bit, and Donald saw how the tears had matted down a streak of her fur on both sides of her face, that ran from her eyes to where the tears fell from her face. She turned back instantly and cried harder. Her suffering was audible now, though low. Donald jumped up from his chair and circled around the bed, speaking as he went. “Oh Eiveen, what’s wrong?” There was concern in his voice, the kind that filled a mother’s voice when her child was crying. Donald was halfway around the bed when Eiveen jumped up from her sitting position, raced across the bed and leapt into his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed and cuddled her, nudging her with his nose and kissing her on the top of her head. Speaking gently, patiently, he repeatedly asked her what was wrong. Finally, she muffled her crying with a sniffle and pointed to the computer before burying her head into his chest to continue crying.
Donald hugged her softly. “Oh,” he chuckled to himself. “That must mean so much to you, doesn’t it? To make something with me.”
She looked up through her tears. “E-eee,” she replied.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, Eiveen. I love you so much.” His eyes began to water as he hugged her tight with one arm and stroked her back with the other. “That means a lot to me too, to have you make a playlist with me. It is something to have as our own.” He laid back on the bed and continued rubbing her. Slowly, she grew silent and her tears began to dry. She felt warmth growing strong in her heart, and she felt how much Donald loved her. She laid on his chest and absorbed the feeling. Every time he spoke, she felt the warmth grow. Every time he stroked her fur, the feeling of love for him rang from her heart and resonated throughout her entire body. Finally, she crawled up to his face and began licking him. He laughed and twisted, declaring that her kisses tickled. She nudged his face with her snout, and wished that she could tell him how much she loved him as he could tell her.
Eiveen hopped off of Donald’s chest and pointed to the computer, showing her desire to try to work again. She began singing again, doing her best to capture the tune, but he still didn’t understand and said so as he rubbed her ears, effectively tickling her. She lowered her head. “It’s hopeless!” she thought to herself. But then something inside of her stirred and she began to glow a bright white. Donald rolled away from her in dismay, a look of shock painted across his face.
Eiveen began to change shape. She grew almost three times her height and about that in length. Her fur lost its fluff and her tail became narrow, branching off on one side. Her eyes widened and her mane disappeared. Her front paws shrunk and her front legs tapered down sharply to meet them at their new size. A small dome formed on her forehead. It all happened together and within a few seconds.
Donald watched it all play out before him, saw her evolve. “Wow…” he said, leaving his jaw open to hang. Eiveen looked over at him.
“Espeon,” she said in a soft, high pitch voice. Then the dome on her head began to glow and a voice of a woman invaded Donald’s mind. <Daddy…>
“Dad-daddy?” Donald inquired in shock, not bothering to try to hide it.
<Yes, I will call you daddy from now on. You raised me from a newly hatched Eevee and into an Espeon. I’ve talked with many Pokémon in their universe, and all those raised by humans call those that care for them from infancy their parents. So you, Donald Echler, are my daddy.>
He nodded almost automatically. “But how much have you changed?” he asked, speaking slowly and deliberately. “Pokémon change when they evolve, I heard it from the first season of Pokémon. You won’t treat me like Ash’s Charmeleon and Charizard treated him, will you?”
She shook her head slowly and her voice invaded Donald’s mind again. <No, I evolved because of friendship. Our friendship is strong, and my love for you is powerful enough to cause me to change. I love you, daddy, and I will not bring harm to you.> She took a step forward and Donald became tense. But he quickly realized what he was doing and loosened up, reaching out for her. She came closer and finally let him stroke her head.
“Your fur… it has become so much softer,” he declared as he ran his hand across the short, fine hairs.
“Esp!” she called happily in reply, a beaming smile arcing across her face.
He scooted closer to her and hugged her, and she hugged him back. He ran his fingers through her fur and the locks that hung beneath her ears, marveling at its smooth texture. She drew back and licked his face a few times and then drew forward again to hold him once more. Donald held her for a few moments more before he remembered the rest of the family. Suddenly, his hand stopped on her back. “Eiveen,” he said calmly, speaking her name as a precursor to something profound. He drew back, revealing his face to be lit up like a metropolis at night. “We need to tell the others!” he declared cheerfully.
“Espeon!” she called loudly. She gave him one last lick before leaping off the bed. Donald was right behind her. He threw open the bedroom door and the two rushed around the house like overjoyed children who had awaken to find that Santa Claus had left gifts under the tree. They told Kathy and David, both of whom were watching TV and nearly jumped out of their recliners when they saw the large, purple Pokémon sprint into the living room. Andrew came out of his room to investigate the source of the commotion and was tackled by Eiveen as she rounded the corner after hearing his footsteps.
“Oh my God!” he shrieked as they went down. She clung to him, giving him a tight hug. She licked him under his chin a few times, reasoning that his face wasn’t safe to kiss until he had calmed down, and leapt off. He scrambled to his feet. “What is that thing!” his voice was almost a shout.
“It’s Eiveen!” Donald replied, walking towards his brother hastily. “She evolved!”
“Geez, man,” Andrew huffed. “You scared me half to death. And what did I say about attacking me, huh?” He sighed deeply, relieved to be in no danger. After a moment he looked up. “You look really different.” He took a few steps forward and patted her head. “Oh wow. You are soft!” he declared, with an emphasis on “soft”.
She pulled herself away and went to Kathy and David, letting them feel her fur.
“That is soft,” David said, an emphasis on the “is”, giving her a stroke.
“It feels like velvet,” Kathy added as she rubbed Eiveen’s back.
Before anything else could happen, she looked to Donald and her dome lit up faintly. <Daddy,> it was nearly a whisper in his mind. <Lets go create our playlists.> She turned and licked Kathy’s hand and then darted off through the kitchen towards Donald’s room. Together, they created six new playlists, incorporating songs of genres other than rock and metal, for a full spectrum of music that defined their relationship, both as Pokémon and trainer and father and daughter.
Chapter 8: Musical Evolution
One week separated the university’s winter and spring quarters. Donald decided to stay in the real world for that time. He wasn’t burnt out on the World of Pokémon; he wanted to go back and hike from one spot to another while training Eiveen by battling trainers and wild Pokémon. And he much desired to visit the Professors again and help them with their different projects. But he noticed that he had been neglecting his friends in the real world. He hadn’t interacted with Mark and Steven throughout the entire previous quarter. Even on the day of the midterms, which he spent the latter part of relaxing and socializing, he forgot about them. Never before had he let a quarter pass and he not at least called or sent them a text message. It was time to right this wrong.
On Sunday morning he called both of his friends and invited them over, but they weren’t able to come until the next day. Donald used the extra time to prepare for the spring quarter, cleaning out his binders and putting fresh paper into the rings. Then he and Eiveen had lunch and watched TV with his parents for a couple of hours before heading outside with Eiveen for some training. They practiced her moves at first; pairing Tackle, Tail Whip, Quick Attack, and Sand Attack into different combinations. Then Donald had her work at becoming more agile, having her zigzag back and forth in the sand. The sharp turns were ideal for dodging, and Donald believed that she could also use the maneuvers to position herself in combat. After three hours of training, the two returned to the house and took a shower. After drying, Eiveen took a nap. Donald played his Gameboy DS for a little while and then followed her into dreamland.
The next day, Donald, Eiveen and Steven met at Mark’s house in San Luis Obispo for lunch. Mark offered to drive everyone, noting that it was more fuel efficient for everyone to ride in one car. They ate at Foster’s Freeze in San Luis Obispo, gorging on the Big Boy burgers and washing them down with milkshakes. From there the quartet went to the library. They found a table outside, since the librarian denied Eiveen entry and neither Donald nor his friends cared to press the issue of her true identity.
The table was round and made of a pale white concrete. The seats had the look of a thick arc laid on its side and were made of the same material. Donald talked about his experiences with the four Professors in the World of Pokémon, each in turn. When he talked about how Eiveen played at the crater’s edge in Pallet Town, Steven perked up.
“You mean she went up to the stage front for the solos?” he asked, excitement mirrored in his eyes. Steven loved music and looked like a rocker, long, fine black hair, a long face with soft features, and tall without much visible muscle. He knew how to play acoustic guitar and was practicing the electric one. The only thing he lacked was any accent; he spoke just like Mark and Donald.
Donald nodded. “Yeah, during the guitar solos she would bound up to the front and start playing it like guitarists in music videos.” He imitated Eiveen, holding an air guitar.
“Sweet,” Steven said and turned to face Eiveen. “You must have had fur going everywhere. You know how to party.”
“Ee,” Eiveen smiled up at him.
Donald continued with the story, although he was interrupted within a few minutes again, this time by his other friend.
“Ash’s house?” Mark inquired, his eyes wide in surprise. “Like, the main character of the TV series Ash?” Donald nodded. “And the star of the movies?” Again, the other nodded. “Well was he home?” Mark continued.
“No, but he was on the phone with his mom. She was telling him about the concert. I had a nice chat with Ash though. It was awesome to actually speak with The Ash Ketchum.”
“Oh, I bet,” Mark replied ecstatically. Mark and Donald met at Cal Poly in a Biopsychology class. They had clicked almost immediately. Mark was also a long time fan of Pokémon, although he had let his love of the game wane over the years. The subject of his passion became Microbiology, which was why it was no surprise when Mark interrupted again when Donald got to the conversation with Professor Oak about the Poisons of the Pokémon world. Mark practically demanded the conversation be repeated verbatim, though he settled for reading the study given to Donald by the Professor.
After leaving the library, the four of them went hiking in Morro Bay. It was an easy hike, and they took it slow, talking as they went, Mark and Steven telling Donald what they had been doing over the last two and a half months. For Mark it was school. Steven had been busy too; surfing and learning to play the electric guitar. Then they talked about their plans for the next two and a half months. Steven reported that he was going to practice the electric guitar some more and surf. Then he added that he had been accepted for a job at a music store in downtown San Luis Obispo. He had been working hard to get it and revealed that it was the primary reason he was practicing the Electric guitar.
Donald and Mark talked about the classes they were taking next quarter. Mark could hardly wait for the quarter to begin, since his classes were all in his field. He had spent a few hours in the campus library each day, reading the copies of his classes’ textbooks it had on reserve. Besides begin studious, the only other news was that he had begun an exercise regiment to stay in shape, something he read was recommended to students.
The hike took a couple of hours. Once they returned to the car, the four of them went to Mark’s house for a swim in his pool. Then Donald and Steven went home to wrap up the day.
Over the course of the week, Mark, Steven, and Donald met a few times more. They played computer games and watched movies at Donald’s house, Steven gave Eiveen guitar lessons, and Mark discussed with Donald the different poisons described by the study provided by Professor Oak. On Friday, just after lunch, Donald decided to create a few more playlists. This time however, Eiveen was there to help him. Donald thoroughly enjoyed putting together playlists for the iPod. He tried to let each one tell a story.
It had been that way with the three song playlist he used at Professor Rowan’s Pokémon Summer Academy. The first song gave a warning to the inevitable difficulties and failures that would accompany any Pokémon adventure, contrasting the ego some new trainers would have and the reality they would face. The second was intended to reflect the excitement one would have on their journey and the bond between trainer and Pokémon. The last was meant for those that were unsure about their journey, who were afraid to experience that life, to motivate them to reconsider standing on the sidelines so as not to have a regret on their conscience. Together, they create the short tale of a young, new trainer whose excitement causes him to be headstrong and overconfident, and after many experiences, develops doubt in his abilities as a trainer.
The playlist he played in Pallet Town also tells a story. It begins with the oppression of a desperate people, encouraging those who are subjugated to keep up their morale. The second song represents their uprising, how they find their strength and decide to fight rather than submit. The struggle itself is played out in the third and fourth songs, first the conflict between the two militaries and then the fight to continue the resistance amongst doubts of liberation and failing courage. The tale concludes revealing the freedom the rebels win and their declaration that their independence will not be easily stolen. Though randomly chosen, Through the Fire and Flames sets the stage for a continuance of the story, describing the return of the subjugators and the prolonging fight for independence, and is a song written to inspire its listeners to action, to protect themselves and their hard earned freedom.
It was easygoing at first, Donald sampling songs to create a theme for a playlist, with Eiveen either approving or disapproving. But then Eiveen began trying to suggest songs. She tried singing them to Donald, using her name in an attempt to capture and display the melody and tune of the song she wanted. But Donald didn’t understand and couldn’t capture the melody she offered. Again and again she tried, but to no avail. The stream of failures whittled away at her patience the way a windstorm eroded rock. Finally, she simply lowered her head in frustration and boiled with anger at not being able to communicate with him. But her silent fury quickly turned to sadness. She jumped up onto the bed and trudged to the corner farthest from Donald and began to whimper, crying softly to herself. Tears thudded against the pillow, loud enough for Donald to hear them. At first he didn’t know where it was coming from. But he listened and followed the sound to Eiveen, and then saw a tear fall from her face.
“Eiveen?” he asked, shocked that she was crying. “Why are you crying?”
Eiveen turned just a bit, and Donald saw how the tears had matted down a streak of her fur on both sides of her face, that ran from her eyes to where the tears fell from her face. She turned back instantly and cried harder. Her suffering was audible now, though low. Donald jumped up from his chair and circled around the bed, speaking as he went. “Oh Eiveen, what’s wrong?” There was concern in his voice, the kind that filled a mother’s voice when her child was crying. Donald was halfway around the bed when Eiveen jumped up from her sitting position, raced across the bed and leapt into his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed and cuddled her, nudging her with his nose and kissing her on the top of her head. Speaking gently, patiently, he repeatedly asked her what was wrong. Finally, she muffled her crying with a sniffle and pointed to the computer before burying her head into his chest to continue crying.
Donald hugged her softly. “Oh,” he chuckled to himself. “That must mean so much to you, doesn’t it? To make something with me.”
She looked up through her tears. “E-eee,” she replied.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, Eiveen. I love you so much.” His eyes began to water as he hugged her tight with one arm and stroked her back with the other. “That means a lot to me too, to have you make a playlist with me. It is something to have as our own.” He laid back on the bed and continued rubbing her. Slowly, she grew silent and her tears began to dry. She felt warmth growing strong in her heart, and she felt how much Donald loved her. She laid on his chest and absorbed the feeling. Every time he spoke, she felt the warmth grow. Every time he stroked her fur, the feeling of love for him rang from her heart and resonated throughout her entire body. Finally, she crawled up to his face and began licking him. He laughed and twisted, declaring that her kisses tickled. She nudged his face with her snout, and wished that she could tell him how much she loved him as he could tell her.
Eiveen hopped off of Donald’s chest and pointed to the computer, showing her desire to try to work again. She began singing again, doing her best to capture the tune, but he still didn’t understand and said so as he rubbed her ears, effectively tickling her. She lowered her head. “It’s hopeless!” she thought to herself. But then something inside of her stirred and she began to glow a bright white. Donald rolled away from her in dismay, a look of shock painted across his face.
Eiveen began to change shape. She grew almost three times her height and about that in length. Her fur lost its fluff and her tail became narrow, branching off on one side. Her eyes widened and her mane disappeared. Her front paws shrunk and her front legs tapered down sharply to meet them at their new size. A small dome formed on her forehead. It all happened together and within a few seconds.
Donald watched it all play out before him, saw her evolve. “Wow…” he said, leaving his jaw open to hang. Eiveen looked over at him.
“Espeon,” she said in a soft, high pitch voice. Then the dome on her head began to glow and a voice of a woman invaded Donald’s mind. <Daddy…>
“Dad-daddy?” Donald inquired in shock, not bothering to try to hide it.
<Yes, I will call you daddy from now on. You raised me from a newly hatched Eevee and into an Espeon. I’ve talked with many Pokémon in their universe, and all those raised by humans call those that care for them from infancy their parents. So you, Donald Echler, are my daddy.>
He nodded almost automatically. “But how much have you changed?” he asked, speaking slowly and deliberately. “Pokémon change when they evolve, I heard it from the first season of Pokémon. You won’t treat me like Ash’s Charmeleon and Charizard treated him, will you?”
She shook her head slowly and her voice invaded Donald’s mind again. <No, I evolved because of friendship. Our friendship is strong, and my love for you is powerful enough to cause me to change. I love you, daddy, and I will not bring harm to you.> She took a step forward and Donald became tense. But he quickly realized what he was doing and loosened up, reaching out for her. She came closer and finally let him stroke her head.
“Your fur… it has become so much softer,” he declared as he ran his hand across the short, fine hairs.
“Esp!” she called happily in reply, a beaming smile arcing across her face.
He scooted closer to her and hugged her, and she hugged him back. He ran his fingers through her fur and the locks that hung beneath her ears, marveling at its smooth texture. She drew back and licked his face a few times and then drew forward again to hold him once more. Donald held her for a few moments more before he remembered the rest of the family. Suddenly, his hand stopped on her back. “Eiveen,” he said calmly, speaking her name as a precursor to something profound. He drew back, revealing his face to be lit up like a metropolis at night. “We need to tell the others!” he declared cheerfully.
“Espeon!” she called loudly. She gave him one last lick before leaping off the bed. Donald was right behind her. He threw open the bedroom door and the two rushed around the house like overjoyed children who had awaken to find that Santa Claus had left gifts under the tree. They told Kathy and David, both of whom were watching TV and nearly jumped out of their recliners when they saw the large, purple Pokémon sprint into the living room. Andrew came out of his room to investigate the source of the commotion and was tackled by Eiveen as she rounded the corner after hearing his footsteps.
“Oh my God!” he shrieked as they went down. She clung to him, giving him a tight hug. She licked him under his chin a few times, reasoning that his face wasn’t safe to kiss until he had calmed down, and leapt off. He scrambled to his feet. “What is that thing!” his voice was almost a shout.
“It’s Eiveen!” Donald replied, walking towards his brother hastily. “She evolved!”
“Geez, man,” Andrew huffed. “You scared me half to death. And what did I say about attacking me, huh?” He sighed deeply, relieved to be in no danger. After a moment he looked up. “You look really different.” He took a few steps forward and patted her head. “Oh wow. You are soft!” he declared, with an emphasis on “soft”.
She pulled herself away and went to Kathy and David, letting them feel her fur.
“That is soft,” David said, an emphasis on the “is”, giving her a stroke.
“It feels like velvet,” Kathy added as she rubbed Eiveen’s back.
Before anything else could happen, she looked to Donald and her dome lit up faintly. <Daddy,> it was nearly a whisper in his mind. <Lets go create our playlists.> She turned and licked Kathy’s hand and then darted off through the kitchen towards Donald’s room. Together, they created six new playlists, incorporating songs of genres other than rock and metal, for a full spectrum of music that defined their relationship, both as Pokémon and trainer and father and daughter.