[center][h2][color=silver]Argentglade[/color][/h2][/center]

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Professor Evergreen smiled at you like a hearth might warm your back on a wintry morning. She lifted her sliding elbow off of the chair arm to accept your handshake. Her grip was surprisingly firm. Not too hard, not too soft, but just enough to cup your hand perfectly against your own. Her fingernails momentarily skidded across your palm as she retracted her hand once again. 

[color=silver]“Pay me back by catching them all, how about that?”[/color]

She laughed at her quip, eyes arcing upward and mouth just slightly open. She sighed and slid the blunt side of her thumb against the side of her chair as you spoke.

[color=silver]“Of course, I appreciate you giving me their number. Well, the mart’s just down the road outside of the lab, on your left. I’m not sure if they’ll have any Poké Balls, though, the route has been frozen over until recently, and I’m low on my own. Delayed part shipments and busy with other things…”[/color]

Her smile turned into a smirk,  and she leaned against a palm with a pointed finger. The tip of the finger bounced against her cheekbone as her eyes met your own. Her voice became quieter, less carried, but you could still hear it perfectly well. She spoke slowly, calculating each word.

[color=silver]“So, this road. After sampling the ice crystals, the permafrost was likely the activity of-”[/color]

Her mouth was open but she paused. She cocked her head at you and her pupils travelled downward, toward the floor, for just a second. A blur of the eye.

[color=silver]“Not yet. I’ll tell you another time.”[/color]

Her pupils came back from the floor and the ends of her mouth turned into a smile once again.

[color=silver]“But you gave me your parent’s number, so I’ll give you a hint about a rare Pokémon. I know Cubchoo are in the area, but you’ll never find them in the snow. They blend in too well. So walking down the route normally won’t do it. Where I hypothesize your find them… well… I’ll leave that to the person in training. I can’t give you all of the answers.”[/color]

She’d say no more of the matter, having giving you more information than most. With this, she would send you onto your duty with parting words and a friendly gesture of the hand. As you turned away, you would immediately hear her speaking with an elevated voice and conversating with a little girl in a pink dress. You’d make your way through the technological marvel, past moving furniture and floating pixels. The door was ajar and ready, revealing the rolling, white elephant hills of Argentglade. A strong breeze nestled into the cress of your back, almost urging you onward through the gate. Where would you begin? And where would you end your journey?