Willim had left his hollow once the rain had started. The fire type didn't mind puddles, but did seem to resent the water still dripping from the leaves. Droplets fell onto his ears, back and tail. His nose wrinkled and he sneezed. A little spark escaped as well. It landed in the puddle at his feet, fortunately.
The fennekin bent to study it, folding his legs carefully under him; where they'd remain relatively dry, as he watched it fade. He blew another one, watching it just as carefully. Exciting!
Jirachi's Wish
A guild to go along with the BC shop
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