The lampet gasped in exaggerated surprise. “Come on, I can’t’ve been the only to have heard it! It’s so sad to tell a story alone.”
Pan let her arms relax and roll up. She was surprised such a large group had shown up. Surprised but not unhappy; a group was just as enjoyable as a quiet walk. To think they’d have so many show up, and only one had so far left - it was almost like an event had been planned.
Pan let the fire warm away the cold before continuing her story. “It just so happened that pokemon, what kind again? I forget. Away, he rushed to the unconscious eevee’s side and tried to wake her. Thank goodness she did, or we’d have no story!” Pan paused as the wind picked up for a moment before dieing down. “Then, out of no where, a koffing and a… spoink ambushed the pokemon and stole a precious item from him!”
Alph listened to the story, eyes lightening up somewhat. " And then what happened? " He asked curiously. A young pokemon like him tended to believe almost everything he heard, and this story was so far pretty interesting to him. The other pokemon around seemed to not be hostile, but the young Dratini still glanced at the Duskull every now and then.
Skullos grinned. He floated around. Disappearing, reappearing, then disappearing again. He floated to the dratini, invisible. He reappeared and whispered in the dratini's ear, "A monster will eat you while you sleep!" and then dissapeared.
Adami frowned slightly. He'd heard this story before. That didn't make it any less interesting, for he still loved this particular story with a fiery passion, but he knew that one of the details was wrong. It bothered him, but he didn't want to be rude. After all, people tended to get angry when you interrupted them or corrected them, and he did want to listen to the story. But . . . he couldn't let it go. It was almost irrelevant to the story, but all the same it bothered him. "I really don't mean to be rude, and I do apologize, but I remember some of this story, and the koffing's partner was a zubat, not a spoink." Adami glanced down, embarrassed. He hoped he hadn't messed up the story.
Ava laid down on the sand and listened to the story. She hadn't heard it before, since she didn't have much care for literature, unless it was worth something.
The thief more so paid attention to the cost of items, and it was one thing she needed to know for her line of work. Ava wasn't paying attention much, since she more so wanted to listen to the story.
However, her ears did catch the words of the skitty. The skitty was correcting the storyteller, which she presumed wasn't a big issue.