Hoppip and Skiploom

It was a bright sunny day for the Sevii Islands. The small land specks so common around the Six and Seven Islands were like yellow and green gems in the sparkling blues of the ocean. The tides were lazy and the salty breeze barely made the plants move. Under the clear blue sky, it seemed everyone should be happy.

But not everyone was. On a small lumpy island, a trio of Hoppips was eying everything nervously. These three were very young, only two days old. They kept their long glide leaves low; they were so light that even this weak breeze could push them over. Around them, older Hoppips and even an occasional Skiploom floated between the land specks merrily.

As the sun had almost finished its daily climb, a Skiploom landed on the lumpy island the youngsters were hiding on. The yellow flower on her head was wide open to enjoy the great weather. "Come up, fly, fly," the Skiploom said.

"No, no," the young ones replied. "Too scary."

"Scary? Why scary? We float for fun."

"Great, large Tentacruel swim under," one Hoppip pointed out. His red body shivered. "You float, there come great crash, and you stay under."

"Careful when float low," the Skiploom said, dismissing the danger. "Come up, fly, fly."

"We never float," a second said. "Crash into water? You get wet leaves."

The Skiploom giggled, making the flower on her head shake. "Crash in water fun. Swim to land and dry leaf. Fly again, come up, come up."

"Get lost with no land, scary," the third said.

The other two nodded. That was their primary fear. The day they had hatched was heavy with storms. As the winds were too strong, the Hoppips had to gather in a group with the youngest in the center. They clung tightly to the ground to stay, yet one member of the flock had been blown away. No one had seen him today.

The Skiploom figured this was the main problem; any of their kind had a fear of that. But she smiled. "When sea lost, the wind picks you for adventure. We here because some old ones got sea lost. This place far better than where they got sea lost from. Maybe you find even better place?"

"What place better than here?"

She shrugged. "Now, come up, fly, fly. Better when you fly."

The three youngsters looked to each other nervously.

The Skiploom frowned. "You fly or I attack!"

Squealing, they ran up a lump in the island then jumped into the air. The breeze pushed them backwards, causing them to squeal more. But after a moment, when they got the air under their leaves and realized they were three feet above the ground, they cheered in excitement. A Hoppip's place was in the air.

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Hoppip Leaf Green entry: To keep from being blown away by the wind, they gather in clusters. They do enjoy gentle breezes, though.

Ruby/Sapphire entries: Skiploom's flower blossoms when the temperature rises above 64 degrees F. How much the flower opens depends on the temperature. For that reason, this Pokemon is sometimes used as a thermometer.

This is probably one of the shortest of this group...