[@samreaper]

Franz turned to look back at Tristan with a confused expression and said, [color=#94E069]"Uh, thanks for the advice, but these aren't my clothes. The library just handed me a uniform because I had no work clothes. Thanks again though"[/color]

Franz once again went off to do work, leaving Tristan with a proverbial egg on his face for once again giving unsolicited fashion advice when it was not needed or wanted. At least there was no one else to see it happen at least. 

Tristan would bury himself in that book to learn about Gracidea Flowers. It was surprisingly mundane. There was no special way to handle them nor was there any special use of the petal. It was a flower that originates in the Sinnoh region that it preferred warm weather and high humidity with the optimal temperature ranging from 69-90 degrees Fahrenheit, that it enjoyed sandy soil, and needed only partial sunlight. 

However, what would interest Tristan was what they were used for. Bouquets were typically given out in important events where people would express gratitude. It was just that though. There was nothing about them that stated that they would be magical.

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[@Lunarlord34]

Ah yes, the ancient art of pocket sand. That was actually alone to just change the tide of battle as the goofy looking fish got specks of sand in its eyes. Every time it tried to hit Glory it would just whiff by the bug only to be pelted by even more sand and Struggle Bugs whenever an opening presented itself. The battle did not last much longer. The opponent's Pokemon was laid out flat on the dock before it was absorbed in its Pokeball. 

"So much for getting more cash to get a new fishing rod," he said as his defeat quote like so many NPCs typically did. 

[center][i][color=6ecff6]Steph won the battle! Steph eared 556 P![/color][/i][/center] 

Now that the battle ended, she was free to look around and see a quite familiarly tall companion speaking to her much smaller, demure companion. 

What does she do? 

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[@Joshua Tamashii]

There were a few odd looks with some of the fisherman, but other than that no one paid any mind to her. 
 
[color=ed145b]"You're quite eloquent and thoughtful for your age. Don't be afraid to speak your mind. No one is going to berate you and if they do then they can answer to me,"[/color] said Freya gently. There was no judgment, only the willingness to listen.

[color=ed145b]"I can't argue that you're particularly wrong. Some people are quick to battle over trifling matters. There are trainers that push their Pokemon too far and we both know that humans will exploit them to no end with great cruelty. We humans can and should do better. That is our responsibilities."[/color] Even her as a trainer admitted as much. She could not really deny it as she watched Steph fight that random fisherman over some dumb quarrel that they would forget in the same day.

Her gaze shifted back to Amelia and stood back up, giving her back a much-needed stretch after kneeling down at the girl's eyelevel for so long.

[color=ed145b]"However, your argument implies that Pokemon are creatures that unwaveringly follow to every command as if we removed their free will. Pokemon, even ones with the least intelligence, are sentient, self-aware creatures with great power and a will of their own. Just because they are in Pokeballs does not mean that they have to follow our command. They could easily ignore their trainer or even attack them. I'd imagine that if they really hated that their situation, the potential generational trauma would spur them to bring the near extinction of humans, but that hasn't happened. In most cases, they are willingly participants."[/color]

There were definitely some other implications that were left out of that argument, but that's for another time. She returned her gaze on the fight in front of them.

[color=ed145b]"It brings up the questions of why Pokemon battle alongside humans. Why did it happen? Is it really the natural order of things or was there an agreement? It's a conundrum that's plagued scholars for centuries. To be honest though, I don't particularly care what the answer is. It doesn't change my goals or my relationship with my Pokemon. We'll seek strength and with that strength, freedom." [/color] There was determination in her, that much was plain to see. Freya spoke with conviction, as if she already knew what her path was supposed to be.