Sol Gaiden: Open Field! [Catching Thread]

If you don't mind giving the personality a go, that would be fantastic!

Suddenly, Sol Chance fell forward, smashing down through the grass like some sort of downed plane, face first into the itchy and unkempt green. He laid there for a moment, grunting in pain: he had smacked his chin on the way down, and now stars were bursting into his vision, bright as the sun above.



“What the. . .” he muttered dully.



Fae the Eevee gave a little bark, rousing the young trainer from his stupor. Rolling onto his back and withdrawing his knees towards his chest, the source of his misfortune revealed itself: a shattered nest wrought from twigs and dried grass. With a sudden lurch forward, Sol’s hands went to cradle the nest and examine it: expertly crafted- for a nest- and surely a thing of beauty before he had gone and wrecked it in his reckless pursuits.



And as his head stayed spinning, suddenly Sol Chance was beset upon by the nest’s owner: fluttering down in front of him was a tiny bird-Pokemon with red, black, and white plumage, very finely kept. Fumbling for the Pokedex in his pocket, Sol Chance moved to identify the Pokemon. The little red device whirred to life and quickly spit back information at him: Pikipek, the Woodpecker Pokemon. The Pikipek chirped at him in annoyance, rapidly.



Sol blushed in embarrassment; first from tripping and secondly from being beset upon by such a tiny creature: the electronic encyclopedia claimed it was a mere foot tall. Meanwhile, Fae the Eevee stood by, watching with cool interest and- Sol suspected- amusement as this all unfolded before her.



“What’s the big idea?” he asked the Pikipek.



The Pikepek gave a shrill scream of indignance before rapidly pecking at the nest in Sol’s hands.



“This is is yours?” Sol asked.



The Pikipek nodded.



“Well, sorry,” said Sol Chance with his own brand of indignance, “but if it’s so important, maybe you shouldn’t leave it in the middle of a field where anyone can step on it!”



The young trainer pouted as the Pikipek glared at him. But a change took place. The Pikipek seemed to sigh and its anger fluttered away, replaced with annoyance, as if to say “such is life”. Hopping around, it set about to gathering its things that had been strewn about during the fall: little trinkets here and there and notably: a nicely crafted little doll with a body fashioned from wood and clothes fashion from grass. A flower sat in the center of its chest.



“Where’d you get that?” asked Sol with interest, “Did you steal it?”

The bird scoffed and shook its head, pecking at the doll, pulling pieces and replacing them.



“You made it?” asked Sol.



The bird nodded.



“And you made this nest too?”



The bird nodded again.



“You’ve got quite the talent then,” admitted Sol quietly, in a voice almost no one could here. But Pokemon have sharper hearing them humans, and the tiny Pikipek nodded in joy. The trio sat in silence for a moment as the Pikipek went on its business.



“You sure gave up on arguing with me real quick, though,” he added.



The bird shrugged once again and Sol understood: it wasn’t worth it to the creature. It was just trying to get by and deal with life and it was doing just fine before Sol disturbed it.



Sol sighed. “Hey, I really am sorry.”



The little Pikepek turned back and nodded in acknowledgement and appreciation. It seemed a little happier now.



“So, what are you going to do now?” asked Sol.



And once again, the Pikipek shrugged. It did not know and it really did not matter.



Sol Chance leaned forward and opened his mind to the Pokemon, attempting his odd communing ability with it. Sincerity and intent would be obvious to the Pikipek. Slowly, Sol withdrew a little red and white Pokeball from his pocket and held it out to the Pikipek. “You could come with me. Fair warning, I’m a bit of a task master, but. . . I think you’ve got a lot of talent. And I’m going places, straight to the top. Think of how good that could be for you. ”



He grinned widely.



“What do you say?”

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