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[attr="class","illie b"]the sun has slowly begun its decent into the horizon by now. once blue skies now fade into oranges and pinks, clouds tinted and darker. soon, the stars will peek out and the moon will follow suit. twilight will settle and perhaps she'll still be within the safari, perhaps not. only time will tell, hm?

her hand drifts as they press through bushes, fingers ghosting across something not quite bush-like.

another oddish startles beneath her fingertips. the grass type scrambles up and away to find a new hiding place while a faint "sorry!" follows it along. deus rumbles a soft goodbye before happily returning to their task at hand. she takes a moment to glance back to where the oddish had been, to where her fingers had disturbed the hiding creature. and then, as if understanding that the day is slowly escaping them, she shuffles along after the content automaton.

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD SQUIRTLE APPEARED!

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[attr="class","illie b"]twilight slowly settles around them, around the trees. it creeps with certainty and the world is painted in dull tones of blues and grays. she's struck by the beauty of the safari in that moment, the way the beginning of night provides a different side to a familiar place. a hum escapes as they continue, her hand in the automaton's with the fading sun at their backs.

somewhere along the way, they gain a quiet member to their duo. two becomes three and then four, five, six. squirtles come out of the bushes, the lakes, the shadows to wander the grounds. some offer little waves, others coos. eventually, like all things, they disappear into the night. and the duo, too, disappears into another part of trees and bushes, another clearing awaiting their journey.

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD GRUBBIN APPEARED!

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[attr="class","illie b"]the surroundings grow eerier as the minutes pass. colors shift and bend, shadows increasing and with them, the pull on her automaton to disappear within their shade. it rumbles the urge away, large clay fingers squeezing at her own. it will stay, it will linger in the fading light. for her, maybe? no, for its own curiosity. there's things moving beneath their feet, things it wants to see.

perhaps that's why the discolored automaton steps a little heavier, forcing weight into crafted heels. she feels slight shifts in dirt until something is burrowing to the surface. another grubbin, pincers snapping together almost aggressively. "you disturbed it," she almost pouts toward her companion. the click of a tongue against the roof of a mouth echoes against the trees. "i'm sorry." directed to the grubbin, features shift into an apologetic smile. the bug grunts what she assumes is dismissal and burrows off once more.

"you know," she chimes once their walk is resumed, once the heels of boots snap against earth again. "there's better ways to get attention than stomping around."

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD BARBOACH APPEARED!

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[attr="class","illie b"]as usual, there's something about the moon, the stars, the milky way faintly painting the sky. she's drawn to the sights overhead, gaze drifting almost lazily upward. it's always both exciting and uncomfortable to gaze at the stars. the way they make you feel so small, so insignificant. and yet, the concept of being made from them is somewhat of a dream.

tonight, the reflection of the moon shimmers against a lake in the safari, lingering across the stillness and dancing when the water's surface shimmies with bodies moving beneath it.

"how pretty," she murmurs. it's soft, gentle, breathy. somewhat in awe, somewhat overcome with some emotion that's lost in translation. her hand drifts, brushing against water and drawing little ripples in the calmness. after some time, a barboach joins her to watch the patterns. her fingers are slow and methodical as they trace constellations. the water type leaves after growing bored but she stays, she lingers.

and then, she leaves. a clay hand in hers, drifting toward the exit to return another hour, another day, another night.