N stood quietly among the trees, watching the way you interacted with the Pokémon of the forest. He listening in on their voices, their quiet murmurs, their contented hums as they surrounded you—the way the Pokémon interacted with you was refreshing.

Were you a trainer? The Pokémon seemed to hold trust in you. Upon meeting Ash, N had realized that not all trainers were cruel. There were plenty of humans who treated Pokemon like friends, genuinely cared for their well-being. You seemed to fit the description rather well.

His eyes softened ever so slightly—it was an endearing scene. The way the Pokémon looked at you, their ease, their happiness—told him everything he needed to know.

N felt a strange pull to you, like he urged to strike up a conversation. He felt himself drawn to you in a way he didn’t entirely understand. It wasn’t logical, wasn’t something he could quantify or explain. He wasn't being creepy, watching you from afar, was he? He hoped not.

His befriended Pidove cooed, urging him to walk up to you. What would he even say? Hello there, your Pokémon seem very happy. Your smile is very cute. He exhaled sharply through his nose, barely restraining a grimace.

Some of the Pokémon around you were wild—was it simply that you were so enchanting, even wild Pokémon felt drawn to you? Perhaps it was the same with humans. N could understand.

Pidove pecked the back of his head, flapping its wings and swatting at the bill of his cap. N sputtered, stumbling out from behind the trees. He stepped into the clearing, greeted almost immediately by a few Pokémon flocking to his side. His expression softened, and his shoulders instinctively relaxed.

"Hello," he murmured, gently brushing his fingers along the soft fur of a Deerling's face. His gaze lifted, finally settling on you. A pause—just for a second. Then, the faintest huff of amusement, barely a sound at all. Perhaps even sheepish.

"You're very beautiful."

Pidove gave an approving trill, circling overhead as if it had orchestrated the entire thing.