When Cecil finally decides to bring his offering, he does so at night, with no guide to follow.
It is silly of him, perhaps, but even in another world he cannot quite shake the feeling that his spirit is strongest by moonlight. What better time, then, to offer a gift to a being far stronger than he is? Even if that offering is a mere bowl of Cele-Berry Meringue, and perhaps...
The still-blooming flowers on his path startle him, remind him that he's reached his destination. He sets the bowl down carefully, avoiding any spills, before reaching into his pocket. The disk he takes out reflects the moonlight dully, a small gleam in the darkness.
"I wonder if it'll be any use to such a powerful Pokémon? I've no idea if it's even compatible..."
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It is silly of him, perhaps, but even in another world he cannot quite shake the feeling that his spirit is strongest by moonlight. What better time, then, to offer a gift to a being far stronger than he is? Even if that offering is a mere bowl of Cele-Berry Meringue, and perhaps...
The still-blooming flowers on his path startle him, remind him that he's reached his destination. He sets the bowl down carefully, avoiding any spills, before reaching into his pocket. The disk he takes out reflects the moonlight dully, a small gleam in the darkness.
"I wonder if it'll be any use to such a powerful Pokémon? I've no idea if it's even compatible..."