[Hilda regards the Serperior curiously. It seems kind of different, from the one she's seen up close before - the one that belonged to a childhood friend. Pokemon tend to end up mirroring their trainers sometimes, so she figures maybe it's just because this Serperior belongs to that jerk. She doesn't think much more into it.
She doesn't really care about the rain anymore, and doesn't bother to keep under the trees. The hunt for Miror through Lostlorn Forest had already done a number on her clothes and tidiness anyway (and that's without even counting what N's Growlithe and his doggy kisses). So, eyes on the new set of combatants, Hilda steps closer to N. She doesn't say a word, as to not distract him.
Minun and Plusle scuttle closely behind her feet, one of them consoling the other. In little time they both seem plenty ready to cheer again.]
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She doesn't really care about the rain anymore, and doesn't bother to keep under the trees. The hunt for Miror through Lostlorn Forest had already done a number on her clothes and tidiness anyway (and that's without even counting what N's Growlithe and his doggy kisses). So, eyes on the new set of combatants, Hilda steps closer to N. She doesn't say a word, as to not distract him.
Minun and Plusle scuttle closely behind her feet, one of them consoling the other. In little time they both seem plenty ready to cheer again.]