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Chronicler's gaze drifted over to another tree when she heard a laugh. There, on the branches of the tree, perched an eevee...a blue...glowing...eevee.

There weren't very many standard appearances for Pokemon around here, but glowing is definitely special. She quickly scribbled something into her notebook, put it away again and made her way over to the eevee, curiosity driving her.

Chronicler didn't notice Zori until it was too late -her colouring helped her blend into the shadow of the tree- and the Cherrim was left staring up at the two of them from the bottom of the tree.

Well, there was no way around it. She would come off as rude if she didn't greet them, or it might look like she was eavesdropping.

"Hello Zori! And hello eevee!" She called out just after the blue eevee spoke.

"I'm fine!" Chronicler lied, and for her, it wasn't hard to imitate her usual cheery self. No need to concern anyone else with her team's problems, and it probably helps if she stopped thinking about it.

Chronicler watched the blue eevee groom itself, fascinated. He gave off some sort of...aura. It's hard to explain, but Chronicler probably would have understood much better if she knew she was in the presence of a Legendary.

Since the two eevees seemed to be having some sort of conversation, Chronicler didn't speak further. Part of her wondered if she was intruding on something, but then again they didn't seem to mind talking within earshot of her, so it's probably ok.

Chronicler yelped when the blue eevee hopped off the branch. It wasn't safe to jump from so high up for such a small pokemon! And then the Cherrim watched with wide eyes as it turned into a Pidgey in mid-air and flew off. Whoa...

She tore her eyes away from the spectacle of the blue Pidgey disappearing in a flash of light to watch Zori making her way down the tree.

"Was that a ditto?" She asked, trying to make sense of the blue eevee in her mind. She thought it was a good guess, their own team had a ditto and what else could turn into a different Pokemon like that?

Chronicler looked back over at where the blue Pokemon had disappeared.

"Ah, so he's like that Gardevoir from the Moon Guild." Chronicler thought outloud, itching to taking out her notebook and begin writing. She has met Pokemon at the guild who did things she never thought possible for their species before she came, and they all made for such wonderful stories! Of course, it would be rude to start writing while talking with someone, so she didn't.

Chronicler wanted to say something further, but she couldn't think of anything that wouldn't ultimately sound insensitive about what had happened the day before. Legacy had been an interesting distraction, but now that he was gone, the harsh realities came back.

"I'm...I'm sorry about-" She started saying, but was interupted as a rather flustered looking larvitar ran across the field yelling her name.

"Chronicler! Acer's crying and won't shut up. What the hell do I do?"

She should have expect nothing more from Incultyr. He wasn't exactly a very parental pokemon. Looking up at the sun, Chronicler knew that it was about half an hour after Acer's feeding time. Incultyr must have tried to hold out that entire time before finally giving up and looking for Chronicler.

"Ah, I guess I should go then. It's nice to see you again Zori." The Cherrim then turned to get over to her panicky team leader, glad of the interruption. Chronicler had nearly mentioned Aisu, and she berated herself for it. At a time like this she had no right to bring up something that must be painful for the eevee.

~Morgan

Morgan efficiently teleported out into the gardens in her first try; this accomplishment probably being her first sign of luck all night. Her business here was to search for Tito, whom she felt like she needed to talk to immediately as possible. Over anywhere else this was the best place for her to look; the two always having came here when problems arose.

~Morgan

"Tito?!" Morgan repeated and called about for a moment; positive the Weavile was nearby at this point. Soon enough, as expected, she spotted a familiar set of colors curled up in the nearby brush. Rushing over she kept her head down in self pity, apologizing when she was close enough to speak."I'm sorry...This was all my fault." She obviously felt responsible for all of the recent happenings. After all she was kinda' leading him on.