Harvest Festival!

[riftedvillagers]

The sun shone in a cloudless sky on festival day. Harvest crews were called in from the fields in the early morning, toting berries and herbs. The staff of the Wisdom Cafe set to work for hours, the aromas of stews, pies, and breads spreading throughout the village. And as the morning gave way to afternoon, villagers lifted colorful banners over

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[dirigible_dear]

[Luna is hard at work today. She might not be terribly effective or helpful, but she'll do her best. She races along to catch up with the back of the harvest crew, and will spend most of the day down in the fields with them trying to safely help bring the harvest home.

Tired but satisfied, she settles down to listen to the speeches. When they're done? She's ready with questions, lots and lots and lots of questions. And after that? Luna stumbles off to the buffet table, settles herself down, and stuffs her face. For a moment, she feels almost as though she's back at the Ravenclaw table and anyone watching might notice a look of something like nostalgia pass over the Smeargle's face.

After that? She'll occupy herself painting some actually rather pleasant pictures on the trunk of a nearby tree. Go ahead and ask, she just might take requests. Or she might already have done a quick sketch of you.]

[indigaytion]

[Don't mind the totodile watching you paint with avid curiosity.]

You seem to be quite talented.

[dirigible_dear]

[Luna looks around at Jade with wide eyed curiosity even as she keeps painting.] Do I? Thank you. That's very kind of you to say.

[indigaytion]

[He nods.] You seem to have adjusted to your new form better than most of us have.

[dirigible_dear]

I wouldn't say that. I just enjoy painting. It's quite nice never having to worry about running out of paint.

[indigaytion]

Ah, so your body generates paint by itself? Fascinating.

[dirigible_dear]

Yes, it does. Just blue, though, which is strange since someone found some red and gold and painted it on me. I would like some different colors, but it is nice not to be able to run out of paint.

[indigaytion]

Ah, so there's more than one of your species here?

[dirigible_dear]

Oh, yes. There's Satoshi, and then there's Professor Smeargle. I think she's just called Smeargle, actually. She runs one of the guilds. Perhaps you could go and speak with her. She might even be able to tell you what sort of Pokemon you are, and I suppose everyone would feel better for having a name.

[indigaytion]

As it so happens, I've met someone who told me my species already. She's Guildmaster Mawile, I believe, and I'm a Totodile. My name is Jade Curtiss.

[dirigible_dear]

Oh, Professor Mawile? Yes, I spoke with her. I didn't know she knew other names. She must be quite intelligent - I thought she seemed bright.

My name is Luna. It's nice to meet you, Jade, and I'm glad you like my paintings.