(“That checks out~! The earth is most rich and fertile wherever those flowers choose to lie- and you're lucky enough to have them take root in that verdant hair of yours.”)

The Pokémon smiles, placing a hand over its mouth in thought...

(“Hmm... you seem pure enough of heart. So I'll tell you”)

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(“Hmm... perhaps it's not you, but those flowers. The Gracidea, I believe. It's a personal favorite of mine, you know- it resembles gratitude in its purest form.”)

She twirls around, almost fidgeting like an excited child.

(“Much like you, it's rather uncommon, especially in the modern day...”)

(“You say this as if speaking with us is a common gift... then again, you seem to be quite the uncommon girl.”)

The stranger would float around Sayori, looking at the flowers now in full bloom from the greenette's hair.

(“You remind me of someone from Sinnoh, truthfully...”)

(“Games? I certainly hope it isn't a small space, then. It'd be rude for your Uncle Palkia to skimp on such a thing~.”)

She would chuckle. She respected the Creation Trio, but she was, after all, one of the three meant to keep them in check.

(“That sounds lovely, dear! I'd love to play with you!”)

(“Goodness, and here I thought I couldn't relate to you more! I understand that so, I do! I simply abhor being stuck at the bottom of my lake! I love seeing how all the wild Pokémon and the human folk live, just as much as I love to play with them..!”)

(“Ahah, that's what I like about you and your progenitor. You both know how to have fun~! Sometimes listening to all the rules just... isn't!”)

Oh, she quite liked him already.

Anybody, and she does mean anybody, that likes the more whimsical emotions was fine by her.

(“What don't I do for fun? Sure, some of it might be on the more mischievous side, like borrowing food, but what's life without a little variety~?”)

The Fairy of Emotion was known to be a little miscreant sometimes. She had a particular fondness of sweets- especially in the hands of humans.

A subtle, though respectful jab at the slumbering Titan. They had done their work long ago. They deserve a nap~!

(“Oh- be a dear for me and forget I said that last part about the great Titan Lord. I don't need a scolding from the higher powers over my 'improper demeanor' again.”)

(“Oh, look at you~! Taking after your ancestor's role of the Original Life so seriously~! But that's not to be taken lightly, my child.”)

(“To create life is something sacred, and special. And let's not forget you'll need to wake Lord Regigigas to help with the land making-”)

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(“Gracious, that must have been so hard. Your scars are palpable indeed, my child, but to have endured that all in the end... that takes immense willpower as well.”)

(“I think I've been 'round Azzy long enough to be a good judge of that~. You're very strong, Sky.”)

(“Uncle?!”)

And here she thought he was already a special case. To think, Palkia- at least a version of them- knew of this little gift, and didn't tell her!? How dare they!

(“Goodness me, you poor soul... Oh-! Not about Palkia! I'm sure he makes a fine uncle-”)

Her thoughts stammer.

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jamcat
Something about the Original Egg. This is what Mesprit believes. If your world is different/not created by Arceus, she will be incredulous.
XD

Well, maybe somewhere out there. But Arceus comes from the Beyond, at least where Mesprit is from. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 existed before Arceus.

Though far be it from her to think all Pokémon are creations of her lord. That part just isn't true. The world only had Mew to thank on that front!

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(“Hmm? You're a peculiar one... you remind me of the first Lord Arceus put on this earth. It's not a bad thing, though. It's been an age since I've met one of your kind last, little one~!”)

(“What is your name?”)

The Pokémon recoils in shock, tails curled right up against its body as it looks on at Sayori with curious, if not confused, eyes.

(“Huh!? You-... you can hear me? But- I wasn't even talking to you! Not yet, anyway-”)

(“I'm glad-”)

As if staunched by the berry now shoved in her maw, the strange Pokémon's words become muffled for a moment, perhaps to make the act seem more natural.

But once she's done- she's back to yammering.

(“You've found a nice warden in this one~! It almost makes me jealous...”)

The strange Pokémon looks back in return, reorienting itself in the air so it was right-side-up again.

Much better!

She laughs happily, waving her arms happily at Sayori before turning to Pancake.

(“You enjoy your time together, don't you?”)

Whoops-

She really should think about where she was going, as opposed to where her thoughts were.

But she's not about to say no to a free snack, grabbing the berry happily! She always loved it when humans gave up offerings- especially when they didn't know a thing about who she was~!

Hmm... seems like there's a lot going on up there.

Normally, she doesn't try to pry into the lives of mortals, especially when it comes to their emotions. After all, it's a gift she bestowed upon them herself, a form of freedom.

So caught up in thought was she, that she hadn't realized she was

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