Violet stared at the vegetation all around her with disinterest as she waltzed through the forest path with her hands in her pockets. Sure, in the past, just even seeing something like this may have dazzled her, but Sinnoh had already well-acquainted with the sights of trees, trees, and, you guessed it — more trees. So many trees. Enough trees to make a Torterra feel like they need to shave. Trees and dirt, but there was plenty of that back home, too. It wouldn't be so bad if Hazel wasn't stopping every five seconds to take more notes on every variation she could find. A tree is a tree; it's big, and has lots of leaves. What else was there to say?
Hazel heard Violet's loud sigh as she stuck a claw up, "Just a moment, I almost have this flora specimen identified..." Even if she had spoken a human language, she wasn't entirely sure Violet would've understood what she said to begin with, but at least the sign of 'Wait' was universal. The edges of her claw had carefully traced the ridges of a particularly colorful blue leaf as she eyed. There was no denying it: a Rowap Berry bush, though still not fully bloomed. How marvelous! That species was thought to have died out years ago with one of the coldest winter freezes in Sinnoh, yet here it was, alive and well! She contemplated sampling it, but then she would have to consider the ramifications of bringing such an item across worlds—
"Whooooa!" Violet's voice rang out from a short distance. Of course the girl walked away the first chance she had. One would think that someone from her time would have an appetite for knowledge, but she seemed more obsessed with the flash and fancy. Hmph! "Hey Hazel, you ought to see this! It's beautiful!" Of course, as much as Hazel rolled her eyes, she was glad the girl was at least curious. Such a trait was good in both science and as a trainer.
Deciding to humor the girl, Hazel walked to the clearing Violet was standing as her own mouth dropped in awe. In the morning sun, the lake had glistened as though it were a frosted pastry laced with glimmering stars. The water had sung a song of clarity, reflection, and insight as its calm, crystalline waters shone like glass. She could only describe it as dazzling.
Of course, Violet's curiosity superseded Hazel's wonder as she tugged her at claw. When she saw that Hazel had awoken from her stupor, Violet pointed at a trainer with blonde hair and a black outfit. More specifically, she pointed to the Pokémon that sat beside him. "Hey, does your phone thing have anything that one? It looks quite interesting," she leaned in and whispered to the Weavile.
Hazel squinted as she tried to eye the features of the strange Pokémon. There was something in the back of her head, something extremely important, but she couldn't place her claw on it. She dug through the records on her phone, but could find no entries in the Pokédex app. Swapping to a notepad screen, she typed to Violet, [I'm not sure, actually. Perhaps it is one of the rare Pokémon Xylophone—] Curse her phone's autocorrect. [—That our host talked about?]
Violet flashed a grin as she read her partner's hypothesis. A rare pokémon, this soon? It had to have been fate. "Well then, shall we introduce ourselves?" Before Hazel could protest, Violet had already begun walking up towards the duo. Her bravery was to be admired, but she was knocked a few points for her ignorance.
Giving a polite bow Violet introduced herself to Gladion, "Good morrow to you; mine—ahem—my name is Violet," she then gestured to her partner, who was following behind, "...And this is Hazel. Had a question for you, if you wouldn't mind a chat."
The Weavile in the lab coat gave a bow as well, though this one seemed more apologetic than in greeting. She simply typed a wave emoji (👋) on her phone and showed it to the two of them. Violet could not understand why she couldn't just wave her arm instead. Modern conventions were strange.
