Field Notes 21 June 3130.

I slept better than usual.
When I woke up, I was exceptionally eager to get to work.
Amelia declined to follow along today. She wanted to train some more and the supplies were supposed to be here soon. She had been in contact with the University yesterday and they were going to drop off extra supplies in santalune City. I was momentarily torn between assisting her and getting back to the field site.

Eventually, she all but shooed me off. She said that this was the arrangement anyways. Laying around in the dirt all day was dull work, for her.

As I walked to the Hide, I had the distinct impression that she was just bored. I wasn't sure how I could include her on this though. She seemed more keen to train than to observe wild pokemon. I'm hoping that this does not despirit her too much... I worry about her moral.

I arrived on site around 700 am. The sun was beginning to rise at this point. It felt good on my neck.

Morning temperature: 70 degrees F
Sky : Clear.
Barometric pressure: 30.09 and falling.
Humidity: 70%
Dewpoint: 60 degrees

Weather forecast is clear.

I should have known...

The Aquamarine one is here again, and she looks excited by my presence. If it wasn't for the sense that I knew she was not going to give me away, I would have packed everything and moved last night.

Somehow I get the feeling she would have found me again.

She seemed to be curious as I sat up the equipment, then began writing down the relevant labels for today's photo series.

I decided to give her some attention. She was rather interested in me after yesterday, so it seemed to be the right thing to do.
She did the peculiar hand thing to me again. I did not include it in Sundays notes. So I will include it in Mondays notes.
This hand interaction that she does is where she takes her fingers, then traces into my palm. I then do it to into her palms.
There seems to be some kind of deeper meaning to this. Though I am uncertain as to the precise meaning. Last night I felt as though I was having a conversation with her. Today, it was much the same. In the interest in documenting this, I decided to include my feelings on what this was.
There was a warm feeling like being greeted affectionately. First on her side, then on mine. I did, in fact, feel kind of happy to see her again. After the good dreams I had last night, it seemed like a pleasant way to begin my day. After the greetings, there seemed to be an array of questions. She was curious about what I would be doing today. And I seemed to indicate that it was the same as yesterday. She gave an expression that communicated a feeling of amusement that I would do the same thing as before. Apparently, her line doesn't realize that there are patterns in every day life. I pointed out that she had that pattern to her, and she felt momentarily taken aback and confused. I felt curious and needling senses that more details were desired.
I made it clear that I was just curious. After that, I felt a probing feeling again. But this time, there was no headache. It seemed that the feelings I had were from her, and that I was no longer going to get them due to the repeated exposure.

Then, I felt her probe a bit more, her hand motion seemed insistent and impatient. With a confused nod, the feeling arose again.
She was wondering if I'd continue being here all day. I sent a sense of reassurance that I would.

At that point, I felt overcome by a wave of joy before her other hand suddenly grasped my back. The additional contact resulted in a disoriented feeling. I realized in that moment what a joined experience felt like. The sensation eventually died down. I then placed my hand on her back as well, though my fingers seemed to touch the crystalline structure.

We stayed like that for a moment. I felt like I was being led through an emotional experience that was entirely new to me. It wasn't a sense of being overwhelmed though. It was a sense of completion.

I had set a timer to give me a 10 minute warning before the expected wake up time of the first adult. At precisely 8:05, that timer went off.
I disengaged it, then I felt her curiosity. Uncertain, I just allowed my thought to flow freely. That I set that timer so that I could wrap up whatever it was I had to do between 7 and 8:05 and get ready to observe for the day.

It seemed that she understood what was going on. With a reluctance, she began to stand up. Our hands remained interlocked as she did so. So I felt myself being lifted up as she stood up this time. We stood nearly eye to eye for a moment before our hands, reluctantly, disengaged.

I can safely say at this point that the feeling of separating is one I am not used to experiencing.
The sensation is akin to being torn apart from the most dear thing you held in the world. You suddenly are keenly aware of yourself and you feel that sense of isolation stronger than you are used to. It is as if you are then thrown into the deepest prison for the first time and you are deprived of light.

Then, your awareness expands once more, and you are then left there. Alone in your own mind... heart.
It was such that I felt my breath pick up and I had difficulty in breathing. It was almost too much for me to be honest.

Then, she left. If I didn't know better, I'd say that she was prancing back extra quietly.

She seemed to look at me again, then smiled brightly as she seemed to creep into her perching bed, then pretended to go back to sleep.
Curious rouse. Is she supposed to sleep until lead family group awakens?
Around the same time as yesterday, the first one awakens, then the same process as the previous day begins.

No changes to the sequence. Orientation is the same as was previously.
All interaction seems the same. Though Aquamarine is more happy than she usually is.
I wonder if the group will nap around 2pm again? That would be something.

Around 10 am is when it happened.

I had been settled in for a while. As usual I was postured in a prone position, watching the group in their ordinary interaction. That was when I heard a noise off to my left.
By the time I had rolled over, I felt something crash through the walls of the hide.

The force of it was enough to send me out the other side of the hide and down the slope of the hill. I felt something biting into me and I felt the sharp cracks of my head hitting something.

I'm not entirely certain why, but I remember thinking about Aquamarine.

When I came to, I was surrounded by bodies. But the sky was really bright. Then there was a silhouette in above me. I felt something dimly in my palm and I remember that I felt a wave of fear and then insistent waves of reassurance. After that, I was out again.

While I was out I had a peculiar dream. I was sitting next to someone and we were having something of a conversation. I don't remember what, but I remember that it was pleasant.

Sometime around evening I came to. Above me was a green roof of some kind, but the sky was clearly visible. It was very much red. Which meant I had been out for most of the day.

When I sat up, I took stock of my surroundings. I was laying in a tree that was sharply bent over with a number of vines that were suspended a foot above the bough itself. Off to my right was 3 eggs with light green patterns on it, and left of that was a small rock outcropping. As my vision focused, I felt something clench my hands.

It was Aquamarine. I was in the spot she slept in nightly. She was sitting on the ground holding my hand. I couldn't move though. There was simply too much pain. I felt warm on one side. Like there was blood on my left arm. I could move my neck, and in doing so, I was racked with a headache that nearly knocked me back out.

I knew the other gardevoir were there. I don't know how I knew though. The sense defied me. Again, I felt her hand gently interlock with mine. That peculiar hand dance happened again. I knew I was going to be alright though as she held that hand. Though I still didn't know what happened to me. It would be two days before I woke up again.

It is important to mention something here.
This is the last chapter in which the field notes properly appear as their own separate chapter. The next chapter will follow the set up but after that, the field notes style will intentionally change. This chapter was actually intended to be the final field notes chapter as is in accordance with the way I want this story to go. The style change is very significant though. I am certain the more astute reader has picked it up by now.

Further, I'm sorry this chapter is short. However, given the 1st act and 2nd act, I hope that the reason why is clear.
Expect the next chapter in a few days.

One final point before I end. The story I want to tell is kind of in conflict. The notes show attempts at objectivity but the events that the notes summarize is very very subjective in nature. There is a problem that I am resolving by combining the two. Hopefully, the information I included so far will act as enough of a structure to begin moving into the latter part of act 1 and carrying it through into act 2. There is a problem on the horizon of where it all heads. And I worry that the ideas aren't concrete enough to sufficiently support it through to a third act.
Finally. I was reluctant at first to begin letting the two get close quickly. I was originally going to let this happen in an additional chapter or two. However, there seemed to be an organic encounter that escalated quicker than I originally anticipated. I wanted to capture the effects of this in the part 1 writing style. How he just accepted it and seemed ready to make it a part of his daily life. Like it felt natural to just accept these unformed feelings.

The development of their bond is going to be a major factor for the next few chapters too. It also provides the proper context that I can then begin to move this from behavioral to cultural and anthropological. I... don't know what the final result is yet, except that Rowan will have to settle up his situation and what it means. I simply hope that I do not write myself into a corner this time...