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Amethio watches as her friends head over to their usual table. Her group consisted of a strange boy with a cap barely hiding his pink puff of hair, and a small girl whose purple bangs hid three quarters of her face.
Amethio’s heart raced as she strolled across the cafeteria to her friends. She was so pretty, like an angel fell from heaven. She hugged a Sprigatito to her chest as she walked, not bothering with a Pokeball. The little plume in her dark blue hair bounced as she walked, and her Indigo Academy uniform skirt swayed to the same rhythm.
“How will I ever get her attention, Charcadet?” Amethio asked.
“Oh, forgive me, Ceruledge. I’m still not used to calling you that, you only evolved a few days ago.”
“Ledge,” Ceruledge replied, nodding its head firmly.
Amethio’s eyes were drawn to her Sprigatito. She seemed to know what her Pokemon felt. Maybe, if he could catch a Sprigatito, he could ask her for advice on Sprigatito!