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It was normally the place where he'd find peace or meditate, but today was a day filled with promise of adventure for Qwee waited patiently for him on a stump near the forest edge. She tapped the tip of a long webbed finger upon the chipping wood. The woman whistled an audible tune, loud and low. Tin wasn't sure what the song was, but he found it somewhat soothing if not eerie. It was unlike any sound a pokemon could make and far different from the sounds that a human could make or at least from any sound he had heard from them. He remained silent, not wanting to her to stop her song just yet. It turned sorrowful and slow, her whistling turned into a throaty hum that stopped abruptly.

Tin couldn't help it, he pattered over to her and peeped up, “Why did you stop singing? It was beautiful..”

She gazed at him, amber eyes studying his tiny form before she sighed. “It was not a song that was meant to be heard in such a way.” Qwee murmured. Pausing, she gave herself a moment to think and perhaps reconsider a few thoughts. “Another day, I shall sing you the full song in the proper way. The traditional way...but back to the point of my existence here.” Taking a deep breath, Qwee begun what she