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Okay, so maybe she should have listened to the old guy selling her the garden set. Maybe having a scarecrow would have been rather useful and kept wild Pokemon away. But nobody liked a smart-butt and hindsight was always 20-20. But, honestly, Vio had understood the sales pitch and the logic behind it. But she hadn’t exactly thought that the very first time she went to plant some berries, something would come and attack.

That just seemed too much of a coincidence, really. But nothing she could do. The Chikorita was here. And it was after the berries. Why? Vio couldn’t tell. The Pokedex said that it was a plant Pokemon. Why would it eat other plants? Weird. But then again, it was on the attack. Not too much time to ponder the intricacies of Pokemon types relating to their personalities and behaviour.

Good thing she had her own makeshift scarecrow to begin with. Golett was a very calm and unmoving ‘Mon who stood guard on the garden whenever she was here. Mostly because he usually just stood around anyway. He wasn’t very imposing though, which probably lead to the Chikorita not seeing it as a potential problem. Though, once his mistress had noticed and pointed towards the intruder, the ghost of a rock would lumber forward, its body intercepting the leaves. That hurt, naturally, given type advantages. But it only turned that pain into aggression, suddenly surging forward with a ghastly Shadow Punch, while Violet watched. If successful, she would throw a ball at the ‘Mon, mostly because that was the only way that she’d learned how to deal with such situations.

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A sandstorm. What? Vio had absolutely no idea what was happening and why. All she did know was that it wasn’t her Rhyperior tending to the garden. That girl did kick up a lot of dirt and dust, yes, but not quite with this much momentum and gusto. But still, this area wasn’t a desert! They were close to a forest of all things. She had absolutely no idea how this could in any way lead to a sandstorm.

But it was here, nonetheless. Holding onto her summer hat, she tried to shield her eyes with the other hand, peeking into the swirling sands. “Rhyperior, go in and check this out. Hammer-Arm anything that moves, if some Pokemon is causing this,” she instructed, before closing her mouth tightly, hoping to not inhale any more sand. With lumbering, thundering steps the large Pokemon moved in and….something happened. Vio couldn’t see anything at all.
But she could hear things. Pokemon noises, the sound of battle. Clearly, the most epic of confrontations was taking place there, right in front of her but without any way to clearly make out what was happening.

Vio wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing, or a bad one. But one way or another, the Sandstorm eventually subsided – revealing a victorious Rhyperior and a downed, unconscious Drilbur on the ground. She blinked again, eyes feeling agitated. But she reached for a ball anyway and threw it at the Drilbur, figuring she might as well catch it, if it came to her. Maybe it, too, could tend to the garden.

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Well. That might have been a bad idea. Leaving the garden basically on its own devices during the winter, that was. Then again, she had been busy saving the world. Well, being around when others did that. Or when it just decided to get saved. Honestly, she still didn’t get that one.

Vio sighed to herself, before releasing Zarude. He could not quite use Jungle Healing to just fix this, but he was still good at gardening. Way better than she was, at least. Hence, she would leave this to him while Rhyperior continued to till the fields so they could be used again. As for herself…well, she really only could clean a little bit, so Vio grabbed a brook and rake to get going. Not exactly what he projected image would suggest, but this was one of her alone places. She didn’t strictly have to pretend, at least not here.