“Our evolutionary line especially tends to be more sensitive to emotions and all that stuff than auras,” I say with a shrug. “But I was told that I shouldn’t judge people on first impressions either way, so…” I decide to cut myself off instead of risking another tangent.
	
	“Thank you,” I say gratefully, adjusting my scarf as I walk towards the guild. “It was actually my mother who taught me some techniques and encouraged me to really practice and pursue it…” I stop talking once we reach the guild, preferring not to discuss the topic as long as there was a good excuse to change the subject.

	“I, uh... Ok." I stammer, walking over to the edge of the grate and trying to look down the hole it’s covering up. I'm having a hard time seeing whatever's at the bottom. It kind of reminds me of a storm drain, actually, which raises a few questions about the working conditions of the guild...
	“Hi,” I say with a little wave. “Ralts here, can I go in now?”
	“Just step on the grate first…” one of the voices below responds, somewhat impatiently at that.
	“O-Okay,” I say. “Do I have to? That’s made out of, umm, bamboo I think, so it couldn’t hold too much weight, maybe-”
	“You don’t get much lighter than a Ralts without being a… a Drifloon or something,” the other voice asserts. “Just do it and get it over with, please.” I step onto the grate and they almost immediately confirm that I am indeed a Ralts, letting me pass to the main building.
	
	“That wasn’t too bad, actually,” I admit to Levita once we’re inside. "Still, though, what if, say, a Metagross wanted to come into the guild? I'd think they'd be pretty screwed, to say the least, and it had to have happened at least once before. It must be really bad for your neck, too, looking up all the time like that.  Back home, we just put some guards outside the front door and that worked just fine..." I stop myself. Leon probably would've just written them off as fools and went on to do what he needed to, which seems to be a partially better way of handling the situation.