Despite the taming of lands, there remain several areas untouched by humanity. For better or worse, these lands remain free of the influence of technology, allowing a much deeper connection to nature than most cities. These lands exist either as their own region, or even in certain pockets of already inhabited lands. In these places, certain civilizations form amongst the inhabitants, specifically, the pokemon within them. It is in the Weaver Mountains that our story takes place.
Beams of sunlight shone through the cracks in the trees, fighting with the shadows of the forest for dominance. The first signs of dawn on the small village. Small pockets of activity began to appear, as the inhabitants woke up, beginning their morning routine. The Timburr workers began their construction efforts among the trees, helped along by several Aipom as they began their constructs. Viridian, a humble Wartortle shopkeeper, began to set up her wares for the day. So far from her home on the beaches and near the oceans, but she found a living in this quaint town. Waving hello to the inhabitants as she set up shop, the day seemed normal, like any other.
Towards the west, in a path that lead deeper into the untamed forests, she saw something peculiar. A small brown pokemon with a pack thrown over his back, crawling along with his stubby yellow legs, his glowing red eyes not showing any sort of emotion as they stared down the path.
"Ah, yes. Habitation. Civilization. L'mir might find supplies here..." the pokemon, a Kabuto, thought to himself as he wandered towards the city. He had never seen this place before. Of course, he was a traveler, a vagrant of sorts, so nearly every location was new to him. Amongst the shadows of the forest, he could make out small homes built into the land, hollow spaces carved out of the hills to provide residence for the pokemon. There were a few small tents and tables scattered about the forest clearing, full of pokemon offering their services and wares. As he crept closer into the village, he noticed Viridian, just as she had finished setting up her shop.
"Greetings, stranger," Viridian said with a smile. "Haven't seen you around here. I take it you are a traveler?"
"The Turtle pokemon speaks the truth," the Kabuto replied. Though you couldn't see it on his face, his tone held a cheerful sound to it. "L'mir is a wanderer. L'mir is in need of supplies." His spoke with an accent that Viridian couldn't quite place. Definitely a traveler, though he seemed like a decent fellow.
"The name's Viridian," she replied, "and if you need supplies, you've definitely come to the right place! Anything in particular you were needing?"
"Oh, L'mir requires several things. L'mir can trade for them. L'mir come across many trinkets in travels. Viridian find them suitable, yes?" L'mir spoke quickly, with the same cheerful tone in his voice.
Viridian chuckled at the Kabuto. His manner of speech was different, amusing, in a way. She kept her smile as she allowed L'mir to examine her wares.