Bringing sweets to a Stray. “He should around here,” Grace muttered as she wandered the streets of Lhiandor. While she was on a trip here with Wick, the shaymin overheard of a stray Pokémon that was hanging around near the in. It took a bit to convince him but with the help of her commonborn trainer, they were able to make some snacks for the poor fella. Now armed with a small box of random berry treats tied to her back, here she was tracking down the stray. Asking people and Pokémon alike, she took nearly two hours to track down the right location where the wild Pokémon usually hanged out. [Who is supposed to around here?] she heard a cheery voice asked her. She looked around to try and locate the speaker but found no one. With a gleeful laugh, she heard the speaker add on, [Up here silly.] Looking up finally, Grace spotted a minccino/bulbasaur chimera sitting on a closed trash can.
Praying to Shaymin with Shaymins! “Mom! Do we have too?” Rose ask as her and her mother Grace trotted up to the flowery field where the shrine was just built. “Yes, sweetie,” the older shaymin replied leading them through the flower beds. “We are of Shaymin blood. It would be disrespectful not to visit our father’s shrine.” Rose paused for a moment before retorting, “I though my father was Renki, not Shaymin. Did you cheat?” “No!” Grace snapped back, a little harsh for her liken though as she apologized right afterwards. “No, sweetie. I love Renki too much for me to do that. Besides Shaymin hasn’t been seen for ever.But what I meant though was that we both have heritage that can be traced back to Shaymin. Your brothers have his blood in their veins as well. Your father will bring the boys over later.