"It looks like they are." Chris smiles a little at Maxly's antics. The purple ghost is very sweet and eager to please Erik, and Chris is grateful for his help.
The Yamask studies the people and her fellow Pokemon for a while, and then lowers her mask. Her eyes, all red, meet Chris's... and Chris says, "No one here will hurt you, Melody."
Chris doesn't know how the name came to mind, but it feels right. The Yamask, Melody, lowers her wooden mask so that she grasps it with her tail instead, and uses her wings to wipe away her tears. She floats upward, and then closer to them. She tilts her head inquisitively. "Mask?"
"That's your name, right? Melody."
Slowly, thoughtfully, Melody nods. She looks over to Maxly, floats closer to him, and gives him a little nudge with her head. She chatters to him for a moment, saying she'll believe that they are nice on Maxly's word. No one has used her real name in ages.
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The Yamask studies the people and her fellow Pokemon for a while, and then lowers her mask. Her eyes, all red, meet Chris's... and Chris says, "No one here will hurt you, Melody."
Chris doesn't know how the name came to mind, but it feels right. The Yamask, Melody, lowers her wooden mask so that she grasps it with her tail instead, and uses her wings to wipe away her tears. She floats upward, and then closer to them. She tilts her head inquisitively. "Mask?"
"That's your name, right? Melody."
Slowly, thoughtfully, Melody nods. She looks over to Maxly, floats closer to him, and gives him a little nudge with her head. She chatters to him for a moment, saying she'll believe that they are nice on Maxly's word. No one has used her real name in ages.