Polar Opposites

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Her journey was coming to a close. Or at least one leg of it. Twayblade had travelled from her icy home all the way to Grassveil Town. As she passed the small homes on the outskirts of the settlement, she couldn't help but marvel at how different it was to anything she'd seen up until now. Both herself and other pokemon she had encountered along the way all seemed to live wherever they could find, but the pokemon of Grassveil Town had their own shelters built specifically for the purpose of living in.

Houses. These were houses.

Twayblade found herself surrounded by more and more pokemon as she made her way into the town proper. The area was bustling with different pokemon going about their day. Twayblade couldn't help her smile as she walked past a group of younger pokemon, bouncing along and laughing amongst themselves. Everywhere she looked, there was something new to see. There were stalls selling ornaments and produce, shops that might be selling accessories and clothing, and buildings that she had no idea what they were for at all. In the centre of this busy area was a fountain.

Twayblade wandered over to one of the closest stalls, staring down at the wares that the Simisage was offering. As she approached, he greeted her politely and she smiled back in return. It seemed as if this stall was selling tiny trinkets made out of wood and branches. Gently picking one up, Twayblade examined it. This one was carved in the shape of vines winding their way up an inner cylindar, a sculpted flower blooming at the top. It was a shame that she didn't exactly have a lot of money to her name right now.

Placing the sculpture back onto the stall, Twayblade made her leave. The Simisage thanked her politely for her time and she nodded in reply, heading off to explore other parts of the town.

Once Twayblade finally got her food, Kestro began to dig into his kebob. Each crunch caused loud pops to ring out from his beak. "Blast seed mustard," the Maractus explained as she started to wipe down the counter of her stall. The rock type certainly wasn't the cleanest of eaters, granted kebobs weren't exactly the easiest of foods to eat cleanly. Bits of sauce and cooked berries clung around his beak, and it was only after the Maractus handed him a napkin that he made an attempt to clean it.

"I'm glad you like it. Let me know if there's anything that popped out to you in particular, though. We can make more specific kebobs for you to try if you plan on sticking around town," she said with a smile, "Oh, but maybe another time. Looks like we got more customers. Don't let Kestro get you too lost now~" she says before waving a Sceptile to come forward. Kestro looked back, shuffling over towards a bin as he finished his kebob, tossing the left over pin inside.

"Mmm, told you they were good, where should we go next? I know where a few places are from here. There's the Springfall Dojo, Small Pond, the guild, Dandy's dyes. Oh, but I think that last place is closed right now. Uh...the feather face is closed to. Has been since my family moved here. Oh but there's the To-Goat Cafe too. There's also my place, which is near the police station."