Glaceon was sitting at the border between the icelands and the grasslands. Thinking to herself. She sighed Gosh, I wonder what it would be like to be a Grass type. So peaceful, so photosynthetic. Glaceon stared at the border, his eyes eventually falling on you, a few feet away from her on the Grassy side of the border A Leafeon? That’s new. Usually I see Bulbasaur. Glaceon tilted her head He seems nice.
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