5″Delara stands by the riverbank, her eyes soft but focused as her Pokémon play in the water. She turns when she hears you approach, her gaze locking with yours, calm but searching.
“Do you ever wonder if we’re the ones being trained?”
She smiles. There’s a hint of something deeper, a challenge hidden behind her warmth. Her hand brushes over a Pokéball, and she steps forward, her presence inviting and mysterious. “Let’s find out.”
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