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The breeze on the back of the Wailord brought chills to her skin, for the heat of the summer was starting to fade out into cold gales. It was midday, the clouds of the winder creating an overcast, soon to cry the tears of the sky; a perfect time to go fishing. Due to her beliefs, she saw catching and consuming smaller fry to be just, especially having given an offering to the sea prior. A hump of ancient clay from the other side of the region sunk to the bottom, to be consumed by the earth that rested far beneath the surface.[break][break]

"Turn." She commanded the whale pokemon, it promptly shaking up the tide as its body shifted. Throwing a cast net with all of her might, the circular shape sunk far below the surface. Oracelies wondered what spirits would be inside, if at all; though the sea itself was fruitful with the blessings it gave here in Hoenn, so perhaps a net would not be needed at all. If an oceanic spirit presented within the folds of the netting when she pulled it up, however, she would be sure to befriend it rather than place it inside a cooler.

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