Makoto kept harmonizing with the gentle wind that blew past, the old song a reminder of home that once was. As he was savoring the tranquility, a woman had come to the bridge. He greeted her with a smile between lyrics, unbothered how she took her time the closer so got to him. After all, it was one of his favorite pastimes to share the songs of his homeland with those who were unfamiliar or enjoyed how he carried one's tune. Galarian drinking songs were among the most popular, espeially when in the company of the bar when watching the championships on the telly. The diddies were catchy and had a sort of "hop" one could carry along when a tad tipsy, but Koto personally tried to not spend too much time in places where drinking songs were known by heart.

[break][break] The Mudsdale rose her head, ears on alert for a noise that sounded more intense than a simple scuffle of stones as one walked. As the humans were fiddling about, something had crossed her auditory radar that she disagreed with strongly. Heavy hooves stomped against the ground, disgruntled brays warning the ranger about a impending danger. Koto took his feet out of the pond, standing to soothe his pokemon and reassuringly pat her muzzle. "Yer okay, Millie. Nothin' bad is gonna hurt us."

[break][break]Oh, was he mistaken.

[break][break] As he was going to reclaim his spot against the wooden slats, a glare shone off the metallic body of a charging beast. The bladed pokemon did not seem to care that it was charing dead-on towards the humans, or that they may have been the cause for its rampant tantrum. Koto shot from the side of his equine to the other side of the woman, extending his arm defensively. He threw a pokeball at the Bisharp, his muscles alight with adrenaline, fearful that if the sphere did not encapsule it, that he and the woman may have been in danger. Steel types were no laughing matter, especially ones that could challenge the abilities of a human being. Should the capture be successful, he squats to collect the orb and make sure the stranger is alright.

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Either the Gods or Lady Luck was keeping a close watch upon the two. Though the woman had called out a owl pokemon Koto was unfamiliar with, there was no need for its protective action. The pokeball was defense enough as the ranger's name coiled the beast into a red-and-white orb. The bird pokemon's move was short of the capture, the ball rolling to the tattooed man's hands as he squatted to pick it up. As he places the new-found entity on his belt, he turns to the woman who wanted to keep him safe.

[break][break] She thanks him for taking the creature into custody; he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as Belenus peeks from his owner's neck at the stranger. "Yeah, no problem! 'Tis a ranger's job! Er...Thank ya fer trying to defend us though. I like yer pokemon! What are they? Ne'er seen a lad like that before. Not in Galar anyway." He shrugs off the self-negligence of his chivalry, his cheeks hot from thinking he could stop a charging Bisharp.

[break][break]It was true what he said though: he had never seen a avian that, too, shared a grass type with it. At least, he assumed that it had one type to be grass. The top of its feathers? looked to form the shape of a hood, the tuft like a feather found in a hunter's cap. The Dreepy seemed to share in this curiosity as he floated to the bird, tilting his head back and forth.

[break][break] Makoto smiled at the confidence gleaming through the little ghost pokemon before getting to the question that ate at him. He bit his tongue as she walked by, absorbing the melody of his song. Surely it wouldn't be rude to ask if she liked it? "I noticed that ya were walkin' a bit slower 'round the bridge. Ye wouldn't happen to be familiar with that song? Or was it just different?"

+ sagira mosse - PASSING - Looking for anything Ground/Dragon/Dark

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He nodded in wondrous awe, star-struck with the pokemon the woman called "Decidueye". Though he had not had the joy of seeing one before, Makoto called his Dreepy back from its face. The tiny dragon coiled around his finger, up his arm to reclaim its place around their owner's neck. The bird may not be so courteous as to have a launchable child right in its face. "Awe, thanks fer humorin' an answer. Got so curious, may to look into one 'o' those fer meself when vacation is an option. Pretty lad ye got." He complimented, trying to ease the tension between him and the shorter lass. [break][break]

She admitted to listening in to his voice and the song his notes honored. His ears turn a fine shade of red; he wasn't used to getting compliments, even if they were given is a off-handed way. The stranger claimed the ballad sounded something sorrowful and aged as wine. He tossed his head lightly, seeing the sense within her evaluation. "Yer not entirely wrong. It's a song a lot of folk know. It's a song said to 'ave been carried on by the survivors of The Darkest Day and their families. Nowadays it's something farmers, ranchers, and Gym trainers are familiar with." Makoto explains. [break][break]

The Darkest Day was an event ingrained into his people's history and culture, and songs that weren't about alcohol or love, they covered the glory of battle and the horrors left of it afterward. It was a topic seen as a brutal time in history but the people had grown from the destruction into a world of wonder and exploration. Seeing the castles and the tapestries of tall tales, that was were Koto had grown his love for dragon types.[break][break]

The Mudsdale snorted, calling attention to her and how she had come closer to the bridge. She seemed satisfied with her roadside snack....however, she was less than happy to have a Bagon snapping at her hooves. Millie snorts again, stomped her hefty feet in warning. The tattooed man's eyes grow wide at the sight of a dragon type, the little one around his neck whimpered in fear, disappearing into his pokeball with a flash of red light. Koto tosses a ball to the blue brat, seizing the opportunity to catch it while it was distracted with an annoyed equine.

+ sagira mosse - CATCHING BAGON - Looking for anything Ground/Dragon/Dark

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