Evette had to admit that she was not quite feeling it on this day. Or maybe she was, but just not enough. Eve sighed, still slightly frustrated with herself. She had hoped that visiting this very rural part of the region would help spark something. But maybe that, in itself was a Fool’s Errand. After all, inspiration was not something that came to anyone on demand. She knew this. But at the same time, if she did nothing that might trigger it, she was bound to fail too, wasn’t she?
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“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,” she mused to herself quietly while she watched the little one trot along in front of her. That did make her smile a little. For one, because that one just was cute in general – just another reason why it had not fit that ranger, of course – but also because it was so evidently enjoying herself. It even had decided to oppose the quiet of trail they were hiking on. But not in a way that pierced the veil of silence, but by hum-singing a melodious tune that, much like the Shaymin itself, somehow just managed to evoke flowers. It was enough to on one hand, like alert the other Shaymin nearby of their presence, while also distracted her from noticing the others nearby right away.


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Naturally, the happy go lucky Shaymin did not even for a second miss its brethren appearing right near them. Its song stopped not abruptly but simply faded out as it allowed the note to waver, only to then exclaim something in the ancient Shaymin tongue itself – and rush right towards the other one.
With way too much momentum, causing it to crash into its brethren and both of them to tumble along, unless the other thought quickly enough to put an end to that.
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Which, of course, only added to Evette’s surprise of actually seeing another of these rare Pokemon, replacing that instead with a bit of shock. “Oh my. I am really sorry about that one,” she exclaimed to the other trainer that had come in sight while rushing after her own rambunctious Pokemon.


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Well, that certainly was a more imaginative nickname than her own. But not by too much. Which Evette figured was still better, so she had to give this round to the stranger. Sure, she got a name, but a stranger by any name was still a stranger. At least until some more information was added.
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“I have not even given mine a nickname. I just got it in a trade about a week ago,” she replied, deciding to be honest about it. Sure, that was a bit of an excuse, but she considered it to be more of a reason than anything else, really. “Anyway, I am Evette Moreau, Kalosian by descent and wandering songstress by volition. A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she introduced herself with some pep, as if trying to regain her momentum.
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Speaking of that, the momentum left her Shaymin as the tumble came to a close. Evette’s specimen recovered first and started to prance around the other as if to initiate some play without really knowing what it wanted itself.


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Well, that reaction was a bit obvious. Not that she minded too much. It was always more comfortable conversing with someone who was not putting up too much of an act. Well, too much being operational. Everyone did wear a mask, after all. Some just had more expressive ones, like this. Maybe she could use that as a lyric somewhere?[break][break]
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Oh, right, the conversation that was stalling. “Oh, believe me, I was just as surprised when I was given the option. Especially when the head ranger told me about his whole ordeal of catching that one. But, well, my offer was quite rare as well and I am not one to complain about these sorts of lucky incidents,” she replied with a smile and a shrug. Honestly, this had kind of fallen into her lap, to an extent. But she definitely would not complain.
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Fortunately though, there was also the matter of music. One that saw her sigh a little. “Well, I do sing mostly classical or more in the direction of Pop, depending on the audience and avenue. I am mostly trained classical, but that just translates decently well to broad appeal as well.” Spoken like the daughter of an old songstress turned manager, indeed. Maybe that was part of the problem. But there was not too much she could do in that regard, either.
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The Shaymin, in the meantime, were initiating a game of their own. While Evette’s was still a bit unsure what to do and where to direct its energy, the other quite clearly showed the path in that regard. It was easy enough to understand, after all. So, the one that was ‘it’ right now would try to rush the other and boop right back.


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“Canta Per Me,” she replied, without hesitation. Naturally, that song was not hers. She had not written it, but she had always loved it regardless. It was hearing that song, way back when, that had first gotten her to see music as something she could love, not just something she pursued because mother would praise her for it. Plus, it informed a lot of her view of the world itself. “Singing, a melancholic, yet also celebratory ode to one you love in passing, being able to look back at a life full of pain, yes, but also genuine happiness, a hymn to death not filled with regret that life might be coming to an end but gratefulness for having been blessed to have lived it. Ah, just thinking about the melody gives me goosebumps sometimes,” she further elaborated, a bit of a blush on her face but no wavering in her voice. This wasn’t her trailing off fangirling about a nice song she had heard. This was Evette explaining her feelings towards a piece of art. Mayhap a bit unprovoked, but she felt sincerity was appropriate.
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Everything else would have been an insult to the piece.
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Shaymin, of course, knew absolutely nothing of that. In fact, it was far too engrossed in the chase until it triumphantly booped the other – being way too enthusiastic about it and ending up lightly tackling the other, causing them to tumble over, if not stopped.


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“Why one day?” She tilted her head to the side, almost quizzically. After all, they were rather secluded in this area. It was not complete wilderness or desolation, but she had not seen anyone around. That lady did not seem like she was just playing nice there.
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Maybe she just did not see the possibility. But Eve wasn’t one to simply push something back that could be done quickly. Sure, it would be quite the makeshift thing, though. That was why she did not just start, in case the other wanted a more professional production in that regard. “I always got music on me and could just sing for you now. If you can stomach something more spontaneous. Though having a little underground concert out in the open does sound fun in its own right.” Eve gave a hearty chuckle. Naturally, she could go either way, personally.
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In the meantime, her own Shaymin was retreating now. Not because it thought it had the other hurt or anything like that. It just was no longer ‘it’, so it decided to prepare itself for the counterstrike, ready to dodge that when it inevitably came.


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