Flabebe

Drifting in the chilled air, the tiny voice of a tiny Pokemon sang. "It's a glorious sight, surfing on the wind tonight! 'cept it's not night when the sun's so bright, but no matter the light, I'm surfing, surfing, surfing on the wind tonight! Whee!" A violet dot of a saffron flower could be seen in the sky, whirling around among the snowflakes. "No matter the cold, no matter the weather, me and my flower are forever together, free to surf and play. Whee!"

Down below on the snowy path, there was a gasp, then jumping footsteps as another song filled the air. "Flabebe, Flabebe, pretty as can be; Flabebe, Flabebe, who will my love be?"

The Flabebe gripped the stamen of her saffron and made it slow in its whirling in order to tilt. There was a human girl own there, dressed in a most glorious pink, flowery, and frilly dress with a pretty hat to match. "Why do you girls always think that I know that?" she asked, then shifted her flower's drift so that it began descending. "I'm not a rose Flabebe, or even a lily. Still, it's so much fun when you sing to me! Flabebe, Flabebe!"

Before she got into the girl's reach, though, a gust of wind grasped her flower and flung it far down the road. The Flabebe laughed and laughed, making her flower twirl again. A good gust was too much fun to miss out on! As she was still descending, she crashed right into another human, a boy with orange hair. It dazed her for a moment.

"Hmm?" the boy looked around, eventually cupping a hand under her. "Oh, it's a Flabebe. Odd; I would think that this isn't the right season for you. There were so many of you in the spring, then I haven't seen any wild ones since."

"What do you mean it's not the right season?" the Flabebe asked. "I'm never on time! I had to live as nothing but a mote for months and months until my perfect flower bloomed in autumn, so I'm going to savor every moment I have with my flower."

Not understanding her, the boy took the computer device in his other hand and moved it oddly. "I should record you, though, what with the unusual flower and season. But that's more contradictory evidence about whether you're born with the flower as part of your body or if you choose the flower in the fields and can't use your powers until you do."

She frowned, shaking her yellow-crowned head. "What, are you making fun of my flower? You better not be."

The girl she had been blown away from then came running down the road towards them. The boy holding her tensed immediately, but it seemed more of a shy nervousness than fear based on his scent. Ignoring that, the girl breathlessly asked, "Hey, have you seen a Flabebe in the wind? Oh you do have it! It's even prettier than it was in the air!"

"Er, if you saw one just now, it was probably this one," the boy said in quiet tones. "I'm trying to get a picture of it for the Pokedex, so, um..."

"Oh, okay, you take the picture and then I'll see if it wants to play with me," the girl in the frilly dress said. But then she leaned forward and looked at his face. "Hey, aren't you one of those kids that's part of the Defenders of Kalos? The ones who beat up Team Flare?"

There were a few clicks form the device as the Flabebe watched the two talking. "Yeah, sort of," the boy said. "If you really want to meet the ones who did that, you'd need to find Calem or Serena. I just helped. Um, I'm Trevor."

The girl grinned. "That's so cool! I wish my friends would go do awesome things like that with me. But they just want to have tea parties and garden, not go on an adventure, even when I tell them that you're not going to find a handsome prince by just staying at home."

"I... guess not," Trevor said, puzzled and uncomfortable with the conversation. He held out the hand the Flabebe's flower was sitting in. "Okay, I've got her pictures."

"Yay!" the girl said, jumping in place. "Come on, Flabebe, we'll go on an adventure so I can become a princess!"

Since she seemed done here, the Flabebe shook her saffron flower, then whirled up into the air. "I don't know about that," she said. "I need to catch up on all that I missed out on while waiting for my flower to bloom."

"Oh yeah, and what about my question?" the girl said, calming down and watching her eagerly.

"Huh?" The Flabebe tilted her head, then smiled. "You mean the song? I have no clue who your true love would be. But for the sake of giving an answer," she pointed at Trevor.

"It's you?" the girl asked in wonder.

"What about me?" he asked warily.

"You're the prince I love!" the girl said, tackling him into a tight hug. Trevor's eyes went wide and he struggled unsuccessfully to get out of her grasp until she let him go; he immediately dropped to the ground, gasping for breath. "This is so amazing! I decided to go out looking for my prince this morning and I find him just a few minutes outside of town! Wow, this is going to be a wonderful winter! We can go out on an adventure until we can find the mysterious quest that gives us royalty status, and then we can live in a castle and make cookies to give to everyone, and..."

After a moment of staring at the girl, Trevor decided he wanted nothing to do with her. He grabbed his computer equipment then got up to run away. As she was lost in her own fantasy world, he got a fair distance away.

But not out of sight before she noticed he was gone. "Huh? Hey, come back here! This is our destiny! I'll prove my love to you!" She rushed off after him, quick enough that things could go either way.

The Flabebe burst into laughter, making her saffron flower twirl and spread its sweet scent.

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Flabebe Y entry: When it finds a flower it likes, it dwells on that flower its whole life long. It floats in the wind's embrace with an untroubled heart.

Well Flabebe can't have a purple flower, but since it's all sorts of colors anyhow, I don't care. Flabebe does have contradictory Pokedex entries, interestingly enough. The one for X claims that the flower is a part of its body.