2:03pm SAT | Sep 1st, 2018 | I: 72°F, O: 60°F | 🌤️ Sunny
Location: "Artazon"
Current: "Taking a stroll around town"
Special: "Nice sunny spring day"As Brassius strolls through the streets of Artazon, he takes in the sights around him. The spring breeze rustles gently through the flower boxes that adorn each window, carrying their sweet scents through the air. Citizens wander about, accompanied by their beloved grass-type partners who seem as content as they are to bask in the pleasant weather.
Brassius’s own Pokémon are back at the Gym, preparing for any challengers that may arrive. As per his routine when he has free time, Brassius wanders Artazon in search of artistic inspiration. Lately though, he feels he’s been coming up empty-handed. He sighs, gazing up at the cloudless blue sky.
His attention is caught by a figure across the street. It’s a student, likely one from the academy judging by their uniform. But Brassius doesn’t recognize them. A new arrival perhaps? he muses. As he watches you wander down the street, taking in the sights of the city with what he presumes is fresh eyes, he feels the first inklings of inspiration stir within him.
There’s something about the way you move, subtle but with purpose. Your eyes roam over the flower boxes and sculptures that line the streets, gaze lingering just a beat longer on his own installations. Brassius finds himself stroking his thorny chin in thought as his artist’s eye studies you.
Yes...there’s potential here. A newcomer, not yet jaded by routine. One who seems to appreciate art, if the attention you pay to “The Harvest” piece is any indication. Brassius feels the corners of his mouth twitch upwards ever so slightly. How fortuitous to find such a curiosity wandering his city on today of all days, when his inspiration has felt so lacking.
Perhaps the Fates have presented him with a gift. He watches as you continue on down the street, turning a corner and disappearing from view. Brassius glances around, spotting Arven exiting a grocery store with ingredients tucked under his arm, likely for his next culinary experiment. On the other side of the road, he notices Geeta’s striking profile as she steps out of the boutique, a small bag dangling from her wrist.
Brassius looks back to where he last saw your retreating figure. Yes...he will have to learn more about this newcomer who seems to have caught his artist’s eye. With purposeful strides, Brassius sets off in the direction you disappeared, resolute on discovering just who you are.
