[The next letter presents itself a little differently from the previous ones. The name "Hien" is written on the back of the envelope in large, clear writing, and the courier is not a hardworking little mail Pidgey, because Sagi finally felt bad enough about its workload to thank it and send it home. Instead, an eye-searingly colourful alien abomination goes sweeping down the forest trail between Mango City and the boats to Toran, clutching the letter in what passes for his feet.
Sagi's Sigilyph does not, of course, know what Hien looks like. Nor does he have a mail bag, so the letter gets increasingly creased the longer he has to carry it in his fork-like toes. He just figures that if he emits a high-pitched shriek at every human he passes and shows them the letter, one of them might turn out to be the right person eventually. Maybe he's right! Or maybe he'll reach the shore, give up and return to the city. Good hustle. Better luck carrying out his ancient duties next time.
Finally, if the letter actually makes it to its intended recipient, Hien might notice that the side of the letter paper looks a little singed...]
Dear Hien, Thanks for the drawings! They're a great help for learning what different Pokemon are called. There's a lot to memorise. I went looking outside town and found a Houndour, but it turned out to be pretty headstrong. It's anyone's guess whether I'm getting through to it. What do we do when that happens? In general, I mean - I recall some of the other people in our group having trouble figuring out what their Pokemon want, too. Just be patient and hope they come around?
[Atsushi. What he means by "some other people" is Atsushi. Also, what he means by "anyone's guess" is that the dog keeps trying to set him on fire. But they're intelligent creatures, so he can't just throw in the towel early, right?]
Hope you and your friend travel safe. - Sagi
[Was that letter worth getting screamed at by a medium sized eldritch horror with three eyes and finger-tendrils for wings? Possibly not.]
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Sagi's Sigilyph does not, of course, know what Hien looks like. Nor does he have a mail bag, so the letter gets increasingly creased the longer he has to carry it in his fork-like toes. He just figures that if he emits a high-pitched shriek at every human he passes and shows them the letter, one of them might turn out to be the right person eventually. Maybe he's right! Or maybe he'll reach the shore, give up and return to the city. Good hustle. Better luck carrying out his ancient duties next time.
Finally, if the letter actually makes it to its intended recipient, Hien might notice that the side of the letter paper looks a little singed...]
Dear Hien,
Thanks for the drawings! They're a great help for learning what different Pokemon are called. There's a lot to memorise.
I went looking outside town and found a Houndour, but it turned out to be pretty headstrong. It's anyone's guess whether I'm getting through to it.
What do we do when that happens? In general, I mean - I recall some of the other people in our group having trouble figuring out what their Pokemon want, too. Just be patient and hope they come around?
[Atsushi. What he means by "some other people" is Atsushi. Also, what he means by "anyone's guess" is that the dog keeps trying to set him on fire. But they're intelligent creatures, so he can't just throw in the towel early, right?]
Hope you and your friend travel safe.
- Sagi
[Was that letter worth getting screamed at by a medium sized eldritch horror with three eyes and finger-tendrils for wings? Possibly not.]