Silvermoon pulled on the rod, but there was no need- the fish shot out of the water with an audible bang, whizzing as it moved through the air. Silvermoon jerked back with a yelp, dropping the fishing rod. The pokemon landed on the ground near the well, attack entirely useless.

Silvermoon elected to just sit there a moment, heart pounding. Well. At least they were scared of something else, at the moment. But...

They edged over to the fish, picking it up gently at first- and then more firnly as it tried to writhe away, casting it back into the well. Silvermoon just stod there, wet, breathing hard. "I wish the next fish is nicer."

Spawn Reset

Wish granted- what came up was not another blazing, sharp fish, but something much smoother and slower. Silvermoon leaned over the edge of the well, looking down at the pokemon that skimmed at the top. Acting with wonder instead of fear, Silvermoon reached, fingertips just brushing the top of the new pokemon. They'd never seen something like it before- like a little manta ray.

Maybe it shouldn't be touched, but it was a bit too late for that.

But the pokemon didn't seem to upset, chirping softly and swirling in the water. "Aren't you pretty?" Silvermoon cooed.

Silvermoon couldn't help but giggle, resting their arms on the edge of the well, sighing a bit. "Do you know?" They asked, some of the delight fading from their face. The mantyke just swirled in the well, going in circles. Swimming hard but unable to get anywhere. "There's a whole world out there, y'know? And you-" Their voice broke a bit, the buizel glancing over. "You don't even know you can't see any of it." They pulled away, sitting down with their back to the stone well.

Buizel looked at them, then around, moving to scamper towards one of the nearby trees, picking a blossom free... and letting it fall into the well, the mantyke rising to inspect it. A few more blossoms were gathered, buizel walking over to put them in Silvermoon's hair, by way of simply dropping them on their head.

Buizel jerked, and Silvermoon yelped, the trainer lunging forward to scoop up the pokemon. It- they didn't feel like how Silvermoon expected. They expected... fishy. Like when you get a filet from the butcher and it still has the scales on. This pokemon- mantyke- didn't feel like that at all. Wet, sure, but smooth and almost soft under all the. Um, goo. "It's okay," Silvermoon soothed, trying to cradle the pokemon to figure out how to get them back into the well.

<No!> The pokemon squeaked, wiggling. "No?" Silvermoon repeated. "You... don't want to go back in?"