Because Eroe felt like some cute
['Sup, Island. There is a little girl who needs to be bothered. She's actually been around for a week or two, but this might as well count as an introduction. Iris is sitting in a nice, sunny, ambiguous part of the Island with a hefty stack of books (surely she didn't carry all of those over here herself, she looks like she's only about eight years old) and three big, powerful looking Unova dragons. Her back is leaning against Druddigon's side, who is using a wing to shade both the girl and the Fraxure in her lap. Haxorus is curled up nearby, apparently napping.
Despite having some trouble working around the Pokemon in front of her, Iris has one of her thick books open and she's reading it out loud, presumably for the benefit of her buddies. Anyone passing by is likely to hear snippets of a fantasy tale, focusing on the bonds between people and pocket monsters. It's all kind of foreign to her, but she can't help but smile a little as she reads.
Come talk to Iris? Prod the sleepy dragons? Join storytime? Pokepeople affected by the event can come too, naturally!]
Despite having some trouble working around the Pokemon in front of her, Iris has one of her thick books open and she's reading it out loud, presumably for the benefit of her buddies. Anyone passing by is likely to hear snippets of a fantasy tale, focusing on the bonds between people and pocket monsters. It's all kind of foreign to her, but she can't help but smile a little as she reads.
Come talk to Iris? Prod the sleepy dragons? Join storytime? Pokepeople affected by the event can come too, naturally!]