Roxanne, to put things bluntly, didn't care.
She wasn't in the mood to act all happy and peppy with the other villagers. What was the reason to be? They were all trapped in a hostile environment, hoping that the minions of a crazed, god-like being wouldn't come to kill them in the next ten seconds. And the people, of all things, wanted to get together to listen to a story? Rox hadn't listened to stories since she was a cub, and she didn't intend to start now. Well, perhaps she had been listening. A little. From behind the rock near the village elder's house where she was propped up against, giving the impression that she was half-asleep. She wasn't at all interested in the story. A wishmaker? It sounded like the attempt of a washed-out old Pokemon to create hope when there was none, and she was about to say so, but for some reason she didn't feel up to it. Perhaps because she felt it didn't deserve the dignity of a response. Whatever the reason, Roxanne kept silent.
She cracked her eye open just in time to see a comet streak across the sky, and for the first time in a long time, she felt amazement.
It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything she had ever seen in her life. The tail of the comet stretched out like a thread of blazing light, giving the entire thing an appearance similar to a crystal teardrop. She had to hold her breath to keep from gasping in amazement as she pulled herself away from the rock she had been leaning against and stared at the comet until it vanished in the distance. And even though she promised herself she would never say it again, she did. "I wish you were here..."
She stopped long enough to bite her lip and brush away the one tear that had made it past her defenses, hardened over the past five years until she had made her heart into a secret garden, with walls high and strong. She had promised herself that she'd never hurt like this again. Life wasn't worth living if you had to hurt like this. But still, she felt something tugging at her.
The Nidorina in the square... Terra, was it? Roxanne hadn't ever made an effort to memorize the names of the other Pokemon in the village. Whoever she was, she was asking about whether anyone had seen the comet. Apparently it had to do with some sort of destiny thing and the wishmaker. Roxanne's heart leaped. If the legend had any truth to it... she didn't allow herself to hope. Too much, anyway. With two bounds, she had leaped over the rock and into the square. "I don't know about destined, but I saw it too," She growled to the assembled Pokemon. "But if you're askin' me to go out on a mission find this thing..." she paused for effect before curling her lips into a rather forced grin, "Don't expect me to just sit there and let someone else make a wish. If there's any truth in this story, I'm all for findin' this wishmaker. An' makin' sure he's on our side."