Valekivi

”FINE!! But if you think it’s gonna work, YOU do the asking, bright brain!” Torbernite huffed at his Tropius friend, letting out a puff of angry smoke. Cloncurryite rolled his eyes at the Torkoal/Sinistea cross and then turned to look at the old, seemingly ancient Bulbasaur, the like of which he had never seen before. Even if he and his friend were in the wrong time, then the Bulbasaur looked more out of place: everything of her seemed to exude an ancient aura from the fossil to the plants… could those even be called plants, so ancient as they looked? Her walking was very wobbly, she used a stick as a cane and seemed rather confused of her surroundings, but never the less, she had Celebi’s egg. Cloncurryite walked towards her while Torb stayed put, pouting and huffing steam all over. The Tropius decided to proceed very carefully and gently to not scare the old granny Bulbasaur. He didn’t want her to be startled and possibly drop the egg, that would be horrible! “Excuse me, lady