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Yellow sat against a tree, sketchbook in hand. She sketched the trees on the other side of the stream as her fishing pole sat beside her in the ground, its end in the water.
It had rained earlier that day, so the grass shined with dew and the forest smelled of petrichor.
As she sat there sketching, she felt a connection with the nature around her. It wasn't an odd feeling, but it had become less common as of late as she spent more time in the cities. She enjoyed visiting her friends, but it was nice to be back home.
As the earthy smell filled her nose and the subtle sounds of life filled her ears, she thought back to when she was little. Before she was one of the world saving dex holders. Before she had met Red and Pika. Back when she was simply Yellow of the Viridian Forest.