You can see the moon now. All full up there, in the night. It's dark. Very dark. You'd never realized what it was like not to have streetlights and TV screens to light up the night. And it's getting cold, too. Maybe you two should look for shelter for now. Deserts get awful chilly after twilight.
You walk a little further south, and the two of you come to a small clearing amid dead trees, rock formations, and weeds. At least the tall boulders provide some relief against the wind and cold.
"Night sure comes fast around here, but there's nothing here at all," Snivy mumbles. "I mean, of course not. But, well..."
"Do Pokemon at least live in shelters?"
"What? Of course! You think we're that uncivilized?" Snivy pouts. "In all honesty, yes, we do build homes. But just for tonight, I suppose we'll have to camp out."
"I've never done camping before."
"I've been doing it for a while now, so it should be fine, though I can't say I'm used to finding enough material for two Pokemon. Come on then, we need to find some grass and wood."
After a few minutes of collecting dead plants (there were plenty), the two of you installed yourselves back into the clearing. "Just lay out the grass in a little bed like this." "Make sure to take out any sharp parts." "Here, put the wood here." "The things around this clearing will reflect the campfire's heat back at us, so this is a good place to camp." "Alright, that's good for tonight."
You've now settled yourself on your bedding next to Snivy's. The campfire burns weakly, but there isn't much either of you can do. Neither of you speak, and the only sound is the quiet crackling of the fire, and the whistle of the wind in the sparse trees. You turn onto your back.
You'd never noticed just how clear the sky was here. Even amid the clouds, the stars burn brightly. Millions upon millions of them, all up there. There are so many, you sometimes forget about the infinite darkness beyond them. Stars. They're incredible, really. They're so bright out here, on the countryside. They're so bright out here, on the other side of the world. With no artificial lights around, these stars are brighter here than they are anywhere on the earth you once knew. The fact that you can navigate by only the moon and the stars is something no human has experienced for centuries. Millenia. If the stars up there lead into infinity, what about the stars in the other sky, beyond the sky?
You don't know. You don't understand any of it. But everything here and everything there are made of stars and of the sun(s) in the sk(ies). You are made of stardust, and so is Snivy. And so is this beautiful natural world you now find yourself in, and have been summoned to save.
"It's cold," Snivy mumbles, and you can see her breath wafting out along with your own. "I suppose we need to build a house before anything else." The fire seems to crackle in agreement.
"It'd be real funny if it started raining right about now," you say, voice softened by the night.
"Don't give the sky any more ideas."
"It's thanks to the sky I'm here right now."
Snivy rolls over to face you. Her shape is hard to make out in the dark. "Hey, Ned."
"Yeah?"
"Are we friends?"
You pause. "Do you think we are?"
"I want us to be."
"Then we're friends."
"Stop using what I said against me," she says.
"It's not against you, it's for you."
"Mean."
"Hey," you say. "Since we're friends, can I give you a nickname?"
"Is that what nicknames are for?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Since we're friends and all."
"How about Vee? For Sni-vee?"
She snorts. "Ned, what's your first name?"
"Edward."
"That sounds nothing like Ned."
"Yeah, it does!"
"No."
"Well, what's your point?"
"I want a nickname that sounds nothing like my name too. Besides, not like I have a first name."
"Okay. What, you trying to run from your past or something? A random name, huh..."
"A girl's name," she says.
"Well, yeah. Let's see... how about... Jennifer?"
"Shorter."
"Then, just Jen?"
"Does it mean something for humans?"
You hum to the sound of your brain working. "Yeah. I remember reading this somewhere before. It means 'white fairy'. And since you're someone straight out of a fairy tale and all..."
"That's good. You have a way with words."
"Thanks, but I don't speak like royalty like someone else here."
"Well, anyways," she continues. "I really like that name. You should call me Jen from now on. Yeah, I'll ask everyone else to call me that too."
"Really? It's a nickname I just gave you."
"Exactly."
"We just met today."
"So?"
"I mean..."
She sighs. "I don't exactly have a lot of friends."
You don't say anything.
"What about you?" she says. "What does your name mean?"
"Like, 'guardian' or 'protector' or something," you say. Aha, you knew spending three months on was a splendid idea!
"Fitting."
"You're more like the one protecting me."
She snorts. "Who said it was about me? You were brought here to protect this world."
"Do you really believe that?"
"If you exist, I see no reason not to."
You don't know how to reply to that.
Jen yawns. "Well, if this works out anything like it will, we'll have plenty of time to talk. I'm tired now, so... goodnight."
