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A rush through the markets with flurry and dash, the young man was late as he ran past in a flash
The vendors were packing, the peddlers were gone, most of the items had already been drawn.
But you note a strange mist, a pink fog of flair, by the perfume stores the scents waft...
And now we have come to our festival’s climax,
The gifts have been given, we’ve emptied our sacks.
But perhaps you may find, you have a few toys too many,
And may want to trade with some who have plenty.
Or perhaps on this day, a present you gift
In the Cable Club station , were...
Schala: While most would try to decorate trees on these occasions, you and Airmid had your sights on an Abomasnow that hid between the rows of pines. Your Shroomish, so eager about decorating an Abomsnow, even goes so far as to force an evolution on herself so she’d grow taller. Garlands...
A shadow Pokémon’s dark heart was set alight bright, as she handed over her stocking without much of a fight.
To the young girl she could not ignore, who thanked her and looked up with adore.
Was something a rumbling, was something amiss? To the Pokémon no one would hug, no one would...
Your kleptomaniac Sableye grumbled as he had to return to the shopkeeper to give back his loot. The merchant was, luckily for you, a good sport and only laughed at your Pokémon’s antics. “You really want to get away with something don’t you?” He chuckles some more. “Why don’t I give you...
While Lillian remained deep in her slumber, the crowd amidst them was growing in number.
But little did the petite woman know, an angry god was to deliver a blow.
For his Pokémon he would take revenge; that poor, fuzzy, dark-green Ekans.
The silver-haired girl pulled herself away, “eww...
Wollminster’s Winter Market
Far deep in the corner, in the land of FB, lay a small and quaint town, with one enormous pine tree.
The land was plain grim, stuck in perpetual snow, where the clouds were oft grey, and the cold wind did blow.
The villagers worked hard, as they toiled through...