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[feistytrader]

[Instead of wandering around and exploring the farthest reaches of the island, Silver... is wandering more out in the open. Accompanying him is his Weavile!

And some Sneasels.

...No, not just some Sneasels.

Many Sneasels. Dozens of them (and a few other Weavile!) Some of them are even hitching a ride on his shoulders or head.

Despite the abundant company, he looks casual and approachable enough. ...Or, you know. You could ask about the Sneasels. Maybe one will follow you home!

Maybe.]

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[auralsphere]

[It's been a while since N's been on this island; he isn't sure what he thinks of that while. Whether it's been a bad while or a not-so-bad while really isn't his place to say, he thinks; it's been an interesting while, let's leave it at that. Plenty of things to consider and more to concern himself with but nothing to complain about, and now he's back here and it feels like it's been forever; there's...

It feels sort of like that room back home, if he's going to be honest with himself. It's been forever, but it's a good sort of forever. Familiar. Warm from the inside - the sort of warmth that stays, even if it's entirely too cold outside for the way he's dressed.

He isn't alone in exploring the island, either, in seeing that everything really is as it was (as it should be); the friends he'd had here are still with him, and Galvantula is nearby but allowing him to wander as he will, and really, his friend is more aware of the...

Goodness, what is that.

In some ways it makes him happy to see it, to know there's someone here that can be so close to their friends that they can just do something like that (because is that a Sneasel on that person's head, if it is then that's wonderful), but something about it strikes him a bit strangely; it isn't until he's gotten a bit closer, his approach unannounced but abrupt and unshy, that he really seems able to focus in on the red hair and the facial features and -

Oh.

He draws up short; he's smiling, the expression placid but a little strange, a little blank. Not unhappy. Just odd.]

Hello.

[The word, too, is a bit odd; it's a bit hard to tell whom he's directing that toward. Silver. Weavile. Sneasel-on-head.]

It's good to see others spending time with their friends like this.

[All of them, maybe.]

[feistytrader]

[Huh? ...Oh.

That would get N's attention, wouldn't it?]

Nice to see you too. [Some of the Sneasel approach the sudden newcomer(s)! Hi mister, you've got nice hair, what's that thing on your neck, can I have your hat-] I grew up with Sneasel. They wanted to explore with us.