Walking in a Winter Wonderland

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(Happy [INSERT-HOLIDAY-HERE] everyone! I don’t just say Merry Christmas here cause I’m sure someone celebrates something different. But, eh, what the h*ll, I’ll say Merry Christmas anyways! You all know what I mean~)

Snow...it was always snow...always the same time of the year, same cheer in the air, and always this thick blanket of white fluff on the ground called ‘snow.’ A certain young Murkrow could never fully take in the beauty of snow the past years, but now? Now—with a special, little Sandshrew right by his side—Radar the Murkrow was finally ready to enjoy his first Christmas. Of course, his stay here in Grassveil Town got off to a bit of a rocky start involving possibly, accidentally, and indirectly ruining a friendship between his best friend and a certain Jigglypuff he met his first time here. She seemed nice, but Yigo was angry at her...scratch that, he was more than angry with her, saying everything was her fault before he ran away. Of course, Radar followed after yelling at the very same Jigglypuff, infuriated by his friend being upset...

Did he go back? No. No, he did not. Would he go back and do things differently given the chance? No. Absolutely not.

In spite of all the negative, there was one incredibly strong positive. One positive the child wouldn’t dare risk or jeopardize! Yigo the Sandshrew was one of the bestest, most nicest, most amazing Pokémon out there that the Dark-Flying Type had ever met. Period. He was kind, he’d give Radar all these little ‘hugs’ all the time, and he even let the Murkrow stay in his burrow! For the time being, of course. Yigo made the bird feel all special inside, like a tidal wave of calmness and bliss washed over him every time he saw those big, blue, mesmerizing eyes of the Ground Type's. Yigo's hugs made Radar feel special, they made him feel loved...there were always times where he’d just melt into Yigo’s arms because the hug felt so good. He wanted the Sandshrew to coddle him when they’d hug, and if that meant acting like nothing more than a clump of dirt and clay in the Sandshrew's arms to do whatever he wanted with, than so be it. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but at the time it just feels so good.

And then there was snow...

What do you do with buttloads and buttloads of snow? Radar thought, not knowing what to do with all the fluffy white puff on the ground and coming down from the sky. It was definitely a white Christmas this year. It felt cold to touch, maybe flying to places would be a better form of transportation than walking this time of year. The frosty air was bitter and shrill, nipping at the Murkrow's skin underneath his feathers. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t necessarily a pleasant sensation, either. A few involuntary shudders came from Radar's body as it took in just how cold it truly was outside, and yet...there was something oddly refreshing about it. The crow's body told him to head inside anywhere, just to get out of the cold, but his mind...‘liked’ the sharp pokes against his skin with every winter breeze that blew across the Murkrow's body. How his talons were cold against the frosty and soft snow that seemed to squish with every small, little practice step he took, slowly pacing around in circles, feeling the snow. The cold breathed life into him, he felt more awake than ever, the shudders and shivers signs he was alive.

Radar liked the snow, liked the winter...liked the cold.

All this was happening just outside of the burrow Radar'd been allowed to stay in out of the kindness of his new friend's heart. “Hey, Yigo?” The young bird shouted into the burrow, trying to garner the attention of his dear Sandshrew friend. “This stuff is totally bizarro, y-you have to c-come check this out!” Radar padded the snow once again with his talons, utterly fascinated with the white substance. There was a little bit of stuttering in there, mainly because of the cold. The bird wasn’t shaking uncontrollably or freezing, but...he was cold, that was for sure. A wide and satisfied grin only grew from pleasure every time he lightly stomped on the ground, leaving a print of his talon behind. Totally bizarro... Radar thought, his eyes filled with fascination and curiosity as he continually tapped and prodded the snow. Maybe he might come in later to spend more time with Yigo, but not right now.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he was having fun, filled with joy, and bliss, and happiness. He’d heard of the Christmas Spirit, could that be what’s controlling him, making him feel so happy? There certainly was a cheer in the air, the atmosphere was even more different than what he was used to. The Murkrow felt more different than he ever had, and he was happy about it. The bitter cold made him feel alive, it breathed new energy into his lungs every intake of sharp, frozen air he inhaled. The air came as a shock to him, being so very different than any air he’s breathed in before. Still better than the toxic, sickeningly disgusting air back in Grima Outpost...home sweet home...the atmosphere was never cheery there. If there was one thing for sure, that Radar had learned today...it would be this;

The cold made Radar feel alive!

(Oh my Arceus, I am so excited! I probably sound like an idiot saying this, but this is my first time actually and seriously roleplaying so I'm moving on up in the world! First Christmas here!!!)

The Pelipper felt like his job had been done, nodding at Radar's sentiment of learning something new. However, he had spent there enough time already. He should be heading back to the guild. Turning around and getting ready to lift off, he spoke up with a loud and cheerful tone "Enjoy your winter wonders!" And immediately darted into the skies with a powerful wing flapping.

"Yes! You should learn it too! We are going to be playing with sand all day!" Yigo had barely noticed the water type leaving, seeing this from the edge of his sight. Just as the Pelipper came, he left. It was an amusing character. Nevertheless, Yigo now had to thought about how to get the bigger box inside the burrow. As he began focusing on that, he left his cheerfulness to the side to look back and forth from burrow to box "Uhm... Radar?" He paused for a moment before continuing "... How are we getting this box inside? It's... Squared and I don't know if it can wiggle in without spilling what it has on the way"

“Enjoy your winter wonders!” The Pelipper called out, flying away. Yigo, on the other hand, was quite excited. “Yes, you should learn it too!” He exclaimed. “We are going to be playing with sand all day!” Seeing Yigo excited and happy was nice to see, it made Radar feel really warm inside, like the cold wasn’t even there. Radar smiled, staying here…it was great. Than Yigo brought up the pressing concern of how to get the box inside without spilling stuff…main solution; “Let’s just move everything out of the box inside first.” The bird suggested, slightly confused as to why Yigo didn’t think of that. “That way, we just have to worry about getting an empty box inside.” The solution was slow, but it worked, and so, Radar started to fly the bag of sand inside, leaving it near Yigo’s bed and flying out to grab the bag of leave with his beak, flying back. Yigo had the Sandstorm TM with him, the Sandshrew could bring that in as Radar dropped off the leaves and started flying back outside to help with the big box.