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[Has Silver been able to find his Pokédex in the item shop yet? No. What he has found, however, is definitely a nice consolation prize. He definitely didn't forget about the book Green let him borrow. How could he? Green wanted him to decipher something from his father's book about a trade evolution. His senior, his father, trade evolutions. It's pretty hard to catch his interest better than that.

So Silver settled down just outside of House 15, perfectly content to read and reread his father's book ("Secret Earth Arts"? Sure, it gets the point across, but that's a pretty boring title...,) share cherry tomatoes with his Pokémon, and continue to hold his middle finger up to socializing. Until something hits him, anyway. It was a simple thought, really. The concept of Pokémon trading was pretty obsolete without Pokémon to trade, even if it's something so vital and important to him. ...But "trading" as a whole wasn't. Exchanging currency, goods, information, services... What kind of things did people consider of enough value to be worth trading to someone, anyway?

It's a good question, it's something Silver wants to know, and at the end of the day, his curiosity wins out over loathing the idea of having to ask a bunch of strangers a broad question and hoping for interesting answers. Even if he isn't big on people, he's definitely big on information, especially on such a giant Oh well, at least he only has to write.]

So what things do you consider valuable, and what kind of things are generally considered valuable back in your worlds?

[He'll leave his journal open on his lap and start reading through his book again, occasionally looking down at the journal. Sneasel decides to watch all of this from over Silver's shoulder.

Later on in the day, Silver and Sneasel venture out into the forest in search of... well, exactly what they're looking for might be a little unclear. What is clear is that they're climbing up plenty of trees and looking for something. ...And that they're experienced in swiftly climbing up trees.]

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[What was that? Keep scurrying through trees looking for eggs? Sure, he can do that. But he will pause for a second to look at Sneasel, then over in Moro's direction.

How does one greet a wolf god?] ...Hi. [Probably not like that.]

[A snort.]

Informal as expected.

[She's currently staring at sneasel to figure out what he's up to, though she can start to wager a guess.]

How should I greet you, then? [It's a genuine question. How does one greet a talking wolf god? He sure as hell doesn't know. Sneasel does have the courtesy to stop what he's doing and bow his head a little, at least.]

With respect. However you express that.

I'm not proficient in respectfully addressing people in general, let alone talking wolf gods.

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Do your best.

[A quick glance at Sneasel, and he'll hop down from his tree, and bow his head. He knows that much, at least. Legitimate verbal greetings are beyond him.]

[Moro exhales, comfortably. Really, action before words is better for a wolf god.]

What are you looking for, boy?

Nests. [Sneasel's taking the liberty to look through other trees for these!]

There are plenty.

[The birds can repopulate faster than you can eat their eggs, so she isn't worried about that.]

...They're all tiny I'm looking around to see just how big they really get.

How big do you expect them? Everything about this forest is small.

[Gesturing with his hands to show... The general size of a Pokémon egg.] But I doubt I'll find anything bigger than this. [And he shifts the size to a standard chicken egg.]

[A chuckle.]

Eggs are not even so large in my world.

[Because birds don't mean jack shit.]

[...] So every creature in your world is born smaller than that?

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My pups were hardly that size at birth.

...Weird.

"Weird"? It's only natural.

[...Is she teasing?

...Yes. She is teasing you. This is pretty special, Silver. Even if you don't realize it.]

[...Hey.] Something can be both natural and weird.

I don't think I've found anything strange. I've encountered something I did not understand... but that was never strange, to me.

[It happens when you live so close to the whole concepts of the spiritual world.]

You're less strange than the rest of this forest. [Talking wolf gods? Not that strange. Normal animals? Strange as shit.]

There is only one strange thing about this forest. But you could not see it, even if it were present.

[Spirits y u no here ):]

...The Forest Spirit? [That spirit Moro talked about before? Or is it something else?]

Life itself reigns; he lives, even if only in part, through his domain.

No. This place is devoid of any spirits. There is no realm where the unseen and unheard thrive.

...Are the spirits something exclusive to your world? [He honestly wouldn't know, but it's a question worth asking.]

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