Silvermoon swallowed. Maybe... maybe they were just really tired. And naturally imagined a mirror copy of themselves, like a Twilight Zone episode. Because that was something people normally did when tired. They shook their head, clutched Phoenix closer, and slowly moved not towards the buildings... but towards where the figure had been.

Logically, there should have been nothing there, because no one had been there. Because it was a dream or mirage or sleep deprivation or something. And there most certainly shouldn't have been footprints, mirroring Silvermoon's own boots, leading to where the person had been standing, and then just- the trail vanishing without a trace.

Silvermoon looked back at their mr. mime, who simply looked at them, and gave an exaggerated shrug.

The bird did not want the granola.

Silvermoon had tossed it forward, like... when you scatter seeds for pigeons, or something, and the pokemon shrieked (louder? somehow?), and began kicking the granola around in the dust. "Um! Okay, um," Silvermoon tried, rifling through their bag again. "Um. What if- um,"

As they panicked, the buizel simply stepped foward, looking down at the little pidove. He heaved out a sigh, and simply laid down in the dirt before the pidove, eyes closed. Silvermoon fell still, just watching, trying to piece out what was happening.

The pidove continued its work, nipping at buizel's back until finally he grumbled, and twisted around to snap at the irritating bird. The pidove shrieked, fanning and flapping his wings, and... not much else happened. The two remained there, buizel with teeth bared, pidove with wings out, both terribly still- waiting for the other to blink.

"Hey!" Silvermoon finally properly found their voice again, moving forward. It was so late, and they really just wanted to sleep... "Let's be nice, okay? We're going to bed now. Do you want to come with us? It'll be warmer than staying outside."

Both pidove and buizel looked at them. The pidove scrabbled down, looked up at Silvermoon with big eyes, and started cheeping incessantly.

Silvermoon reached, slowly and gently, taking the pidove in their arms and nestling it against their chest. It was warm and soft, heart thrumming against little ribs, head twisting this way and that to look at everything. Silvermoon just held them, trying to be careful to not hurt their little feet, or squish them too much. "There, see? It's okay," They cooed, very gently stroking the back of his head. It was all going to be okay, and alright-

Until the pigeon exploded from their arms with a litter of feathers, cheeping loudly and running towards a building. Silvermoon let out a little gasp, following after the creature- He was going to wake up everyone! Sure enough the pigeon twisted back to look at them, chirped, and while distracted slammed directly into a door.