Winter had long since past -- and spring and summer had long since come -- but the greenery and warm weather still made a certain photographer smile on the inside on a regular, daily basis ... while it simultaneously made a certain Sneasel cry.
With the leaving of the snow, Aislin had made it her daily ritual to take hikes into the surrounding wilderness and dabble around with her camera. To her, it all sounded like a reasonable thing to do; she had no current tasks to uphold for her job, and she no longer had to take any trips up north and partake in the national sport of becoming frost bitten. SO, why not run around in hot forests? However, her little demon shadow -- who happened to be in the form of an oddly hued Sneasel -- didn't really... share Aislin's enthusiasm for such activity.
And today was no different.
After a few rounds of trainer vs. pokemon, a clearing was found and dubbed suitable for all means of merry-making (at least for one soul of the party). Aislin disappeared into the bushes to become Jungle Girl, her camera glued to her hands, and Hyacinth grumbled around near the base of a tree before she spotted something that made her little heart jump.
A MUD puddle. Oh the joys of
After a quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear, it took the white Sneasel all of two seconds to become some weird a** bump in the wet, earthy substance. Ah, the power of revenge~
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