VillageofDragons
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Deacon Masterson
"Very well, I will ask him if I can pet him. And you're wrong, well at least about me. Just like you, I don't force my Dragon type Pokemon to serve me either. I've bonded with all of them since they were babies and wrestled with them, helping them become strong and evolving as many times as they can. Pokeballs might be seen as something that forces a Pokemon to obey a trainer, but to me that Pokemon chooses to stay inside the Pokeball and eventually bonds with that trainer more." Deacon said to her, hoping to reassure her that none of the hybrids in the group thought Pokemon were mere tools.
He then proceeded to look at the Fletchling with eyes closed and a big smile. "Hey, there, Fletchling. Do you mind if I pet you?" Deacon asked the tiny bird. The bird chirped and Deacon communicated with it, letting Deacon know that it was okay to pet it for now, but only on the head. Deacon slowly put his hand on the Fletchling's head and pet it back a little, taking his hand off and on a couple times. Then he smiled at the bird and chirped some more along with it. After that Deacon turned back to Lydia. "I know things seem bleak, especially right now, but give it time and this group will glue together. Everything takes time. Just like Pokemon shouldn't be forced to serve their owners like mere tools like some bad guys would have it, none of the members in the group should be forced to instantly like each other. We will grow, make mistakes, and become more sharpened and united than before as a result of those mistakes. I am happy you haven't deserted us yet, I can tell that you're taking everything with a grain of salt, and so am I." Deacon said to Lydia.
"Very well, I will ask him if I can pet him. And you're wrong, well at least about me. Just like you, I don't force my Dragon type Pokemon to serve me either. I've bonded with all of them since they were babies and wrestled with them, helping them become strong and evolving as many times as they can. Pokeballs might be seen as something that forces a Pokemon to obey a trainer, but to me that Pokemon chooses to stay inside the Pokeball and eventually bonds with that trainer more." Deacon said to her, hoping to reassure her that none of the hybrids in the group thought Pokemon were mere tools.
He then proceeded to look at the Fletchling with eyes closed and a big smile. "Hey, there, Fletchling. Do you mind if I pet you?" Deacon asked the tiny bird. The bird chirped and Deacon communicated with it, letting Deacon know that it was okay to pet it for now, but only on the head. Deacon slowly put his hand on the Fletchling's head and pet it back a little, taking his hand off and on a couple times. Then he smiled at the bird and chirped some more along with it. After that Deacon turned back to Lydia. "I know things seem bleak, especially right now, but give it time and this group will glue together. Everything takes time. Just like Pokemon shouldn't be forced to serve their owners like mere tools like some bad guys would have it, none of the members in the group should be forced to instantly like each other. We will grow, make mistakes, and become more sharpened and united than before as a result of those mistakes. I am happy you haven't deserted us yet, I can tell that you're taking everything with a grain of salt, and so am I." Deacon said to Lydia.