Gold, was it? I believe I've found a . . . [ what was the word again? Oh, yes, ] Pokémon.
[ As if on cue the journal picks up on a sound that some would recognize as of a
Meganium. Just letting its presence be known. There's a pause as Alf humors the Pokémon with a small smile. ]
I guess that's confirmation enough. Anyway, will you be coming to pick it up? [ The following is added a few minutes later: ] Or Crystal; I was informed that it belongs to you.
[ The recording stops there. Forest dwellers may see Alf keeping Meganium company, whom Alf has followed into the forest since noticing it by village perimeters. (All things considered, it's a good thing he recognized the Pokémon from the drawing.) He provides it with attention, and in turn benefits from the influence of its presence. Now that he's no longer as anxious and more at ease, he's gotten to thinking. He talks half to Meganium, half to himself. ]
Living with nature . . . it'd be different; but I wouldn't mind trying it, if given the chance.