Originally Posted by
Empoleon-Dynamite
Garden of Iris
Atlantis Kid: Standing upon the cloudy summit, you discern at the fact only one thing is keeping you from exploring the flowery patch of mythos. To your dismay, the dazzling doors remain tightly sealed as you endeavor unbolt them, padlocked by the thick vines snaking amid its lustrous bars. It’d take a greater deal of force to break through the gates, and with no other viable options you reach for a glossy red-white sphere snuggled somewhere on your person. Lightly pitching it before you, the Pokeball cracks open against the verdant earth with a luminous shimmer. Almost suddenly dissipating, the dazzling shimmer is instead replaced with a petite pony. Her tan coat glistens under her fiery mane as she releases a shrill nay. Although oblivious to the notion you’re all sitting on a floating paradise, Ember bobs her head between the golden bars, sampling the blades of lush grass in delight. Her eyes widen in surprise as the cheery Cherubi squeezes her nose playfully, almost forgetting the small berry Pokémon was still in your presence. Bobbing her head back up, the young Ponyta detects your somber disposition and grasps she’s been called upon for a much important undertaking than her morning graze. Ushering closer, she listens intently to your plan before gawking back at the towering archway. Looking up yourself at the tangling shrubbery your chain of contemplation is abruptly halted by a sound similar to a gas-fire igniting. Lowering your head you notice Ember’s mane combusted to almost twice its regular size. Eying up the bloomy vines, Ember scrapes his hoof against the earth before charging gallantly on route to the goldenrod entry. Leaping in mid-air, the valiant Ponyta hastily switches into a blazing flame wheel as she lunges in great momentum. Crashing into the fortified bars, the ball of inferno decelerates as it begins charring through the decades of foliage engulfing the gate. After a tense flash, you notice the vines give way and the golden gate thrust open with a thunderous creak. Unsure how long the doors would remain open, you scurry into the Garden of Iris with Mystic Amply tip-toeing in tow. Dimming her firestorm, Ember bounds back onto her feet before taking a brief gallop of the nearby greenery. With Cherubi hurriedly giving your ankle a warm embrace, your ears suddenly prickle to a second clamorous screech. Revolving to source of the rasp, you notice the towering doors you entered through shifting back into place. Tightly clamping shut, the charred vines seamlessly coil through the golden bars once more, flourishing with blossoms as if completely untouched. Understandably eerie, but irrelevant in the presence of such perpetual whimsy. As the small but sociable Cherubi tours you around the vast prairie, you can’t help find yourself completely awe-shocked in such a magical ambiance. Miles of green and hilly landscape flooded the horizons, all carpeted by a rainbow of gorgeous blossoms. Of course, a few trees jutted out upon the range, and a single castle stood far beyond the expanse you could perceive. This wasn’t all that added to the tranquil scenery, several Buneary hopped up and down the hills, burrowing occasionally at the sight of you and your assorted crew. Flying overhead a flock of Chatot cawed gleefully, soon followed by a more-so majestic herd of Alteria. Dropping on a cluster of trees, the dragon-like birds roosted peacefully, nevertheless a baby Swablu found its way to your assemblage. Tilting your head down to the flowery base, you notice the Swablu chirp inquisitively as it begins pecking the Cherubi on the brow. Unbeknown to the bird, the much lesser Cherubi was bawling for it to stop. Perhaps an intervention was in order to prevent the berry-like shrub falling victim to Mother Nature…
