Pandamunk

As always, Logan filled the bunny burrow with decorations all soft and warm aglow for the seasonal yuletides. And just as before, she made extra care in finding a stocking for each of her pets, no matter how many added onto the family, which was doubled in size now that she and Mikal had joined forces! It had been quite an up and down year, filled with lots of memories for laughs and gentle fond recollection, which she brought up as fun little "Remember When We" stories between her and the carbink as they prepared the newest pets stockings. David Bowie, still forever her baby and her little man, was all snuggled up against her side, eyes watching the chaos as Beau wheeled across the floor--first following after Odette, then after Bono, then after Paramore and then going who knows where. Logan only whistled a few times for the pets to gather around as she counted them off, showcasing the newly knitted stockings she made for each one. Some were old, some were new, some were repaired

A steady beat of drums thudded along the winds that night, filling the silent breeze with a steady rhythm. From far beyond it felt like a heartbeat, but as one would draw closer and nearer, to the source of the drumming, they'd find a pattern akin to a wordless song. A calming yet powerful melody. As thought guided by an invisible force, Yuli kept along her tempo, a melody's pattern written clearly only in her mind and for her mind's eye alone to see. The Goddess' statue and the rest of the world would have to listen and wait for whatever was next, all being her captive audience. Including a little onlooker. Her ears picked up on the little tinkling-tink of footsteps before her full attention did, Yuliana deciding to continue her drum playing for the goddess instead of calling out to the little sprite, so as to not embarrass them. Some of the Harvest Goddess’ children were rambunctious, so it wasn’t surprising to Yuli at all that there would be any out and about. Either to create a

‘She left…to go find them? That’s it?!’ The scene before Csilla and Princess Mononoke was nothing but beautifully picturesque. A giant woman-like witch pokemon seated comfortably against the brush, resting with a collective of Dedennes. Some nestled into her shoulders, a few rested on the top of her large hat and a few that looked like a family cluster were pooled in the Hatterne’s lap for a nap. There was even a playful trio, each playing with a Hatterene tendril of their own, allowing the appendage to have their way against the breeze and the ground as their own little jungle-gym. Not wanting to disturb the calm serenity of the scene, Csilla slowly floated closer, in full view so all the pokemon could see her and Mononoke approach them with no malicious intent behind them. The Dedenne remained unbothered, as though seeing the perplexed woman as just an extra feature to their playtime with their Giant Woman. Kiki the Hatterene, however, kept her small eyes trained onto her owner

The July sun hung low that afternoon, blanketing the safari grounds in a mildly comfortable warmth that toed the line of intense humidity. Csilla found this hour much more pleasant to travel the Safari, with the hours of sunset coming right behind her, it made the day less hot and that much less cumbersome to deal with. It was her second time venturing out here, this time with two of her pets in tow as she had a mission: To venture out into the Pest Enclosure, and visit the Dedenne that visited this month. Princess Mononoke always traveled at Csilla’s heels where she went, but she decided that bringing her Gigantamax Hatterne, Kiki, would be a good idea too. While the list of pests that visited this month didn’t seem too threatening, Csilla wasn’t a stranger to being over prepared and felt that having two pokemon by her side would increase the odds of a safer journey. And as she glanced over to the tall imposing witch-like pokemon, the young woman hummed to herself that the fresh