Crunchy Leaves

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Kestro looked back and forth as he approached yet another forest. It wasn't Shadowhue, no it was much too bright for that. It wasn't Pecha, this forest looked like it never got the memo about seasons and simply stuck with the colorful Autumn. The Cranidos silently looked over the trees, thinking on his situation.

Kestro was lost. He knew where he must be; Pokemon in Grassveil had spoken about Fallen Leaf Copse before. Rumors aboud about special treasures having been found here. He pondered. He could try to explore the foreign forest. A quick escape was always available for him through using an Escape Orb. Or he could simply turn back now. If what he'd heard was right, Grassveil should be eastward of here.

It was a difficult decision. Kestro hated to admit it, but he knew he was still comparatively weak and inexperienced to most Pokemon he had met. How many times now has he been nearly knocked out or cocky before a companion had to reign him back or rescue him? He'd have to be more cautious, which was difficult for such a proud and head strong Pokemon. So he stood there, watching the leaves fall.

"No problem at all!" Russell beamed, instantly accepting of Kestro's apology. It wasn't really something that needed apologising for in the first place, he was just glad to know the Cranidos name.

The Mothim nodded, agreeing with Deimos's words. As much as he loved to show the library to others, there were definitely parts of it that needed to be protected. The living areas of those who resided there were of course a large part of that.

Alki seemed to be at the very least curious about the library. Russell found himself nodding once more. "Deimos is correct! We have quite a few books with art and drawings in, and the reports our scouts file away often have sketches of real life places, people and objects! I'm sure we can find something you'll love!" He proclaimed confidently, glad to praise the tenacious efforts of the other scouts as well as his library's collection.

Following Deimos and Kestro's exchange of introductions, Russell turned to the group, "If everyone is in agreement, then perhaps we should get going! The shrine isn't too far from here and although it's small it was once a mystery to those who came across it!" The excited Mothim turned and began to lead the group into the forest, eager to show them the best parts of his home.

Kestro stretched some as Russell already started to eagerly lead them into the forest. A small series of popping noises echoed from his body before he trotted up behind the bug type. He couldn't help but absorb some of the bug type's energy. He was clearly proud of this library he'd set up, something Kestro could relate to and strove to grow himself. "So how long have you run this library?" the Cranidos asked to keep up some form of conversation as their small group started to travel through the woods. He remembered there being a small library of sorts in his home village, though it mainly kept records of harvests, transactions and such on scrolls. Not the drawings and books Russell and Deimos had described.