Whenever Aria heard me coming through the trees, she would quickly get up and run over to me, humming quietly, happily, and rub her forehead against mine. I reveled in the contact each time. I couldn't help it; she was so beautiful. She was so kind. She was so pure.
It's interesting talking with a mute. It's like playing a constant game of Charades and Twenty Questions. It might seem like it would get tiresome after awhile, but it didn't for me. If anything, I looked forward more and more to our meetings. I was kind of worried about her, really. She was a young thing– hardly older than myself, in fact. Her already having evolved was a bit surprising, especially considering how unskilled she was in fighting; the only damaging attack move she was able to use relatively well was Razor Leaf, which didn't do much to the kind of pokémon that lived in the forest. But that just gave me one more reason to see her as often as I could.
I occasionally wondered how she had evolved; wild Eevees such as myself had some influence on when they evolve and what they become, but there's only so much one can force upon themselves. She had been a Leafeon for quite a while, from what I had been able to gather from her, and an Eevee as young as she had to have been at that time would have had to be under major duress in order to build up the adrenaline necessary to evolve quickly. I have heard, however, that there are some items in existence used by humans to speed up a pokémon's growth and force them to evolve. Something that had the power to force a natural phenomenon normally taking months to prepare for to occur in only a few moments sounded very cruel– not to mention painful. Could Aria have undergone this torture? I dared not ask her, for fear of upsetting her.
At any rate, she seemed content enough to simply lie in the grass with me and just let the world go by. And I was more than willing to comply, especially if she were feeling in the mood to sing– which, I might add, was quite often. She would sing until the sun went down and it was time for me to retreat back to my home for bed. She was always so sad when I left for the night, so lonely; so I eventually began sleeping next to her to keep her (and for her to keep me) company. I fell asleep to her soothing lullabies almost every night, and I woke to her quiet, sigh-like snores almost every morning. It was bliss.
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