- Pronoun
- they or she
Civilisation doesn't keep to clean borders. It bleeds into the wild places, with beaten tracks and signposts and fences. At the edges, where there are no walls to corral the horizon, you can can feel small... or you can feel free.
East of town, patchy scrubland covered rough hills, providing a habitat for small wild pokémon, plentiful tiny insects, and the occasional thinking 'mon who needed a bit of space. Kids came out here sometimes to play, not always with permission. It also made a good place to spar for the more boisterous adult residents. If one walked far enough out, and faced away from town, they could kid themself that they were out in the wilderness. Save for the occasional tell-tale lost shirt button or beer bottle, that is.
The Silver River swam through the hills, here, extending up towards a ravine several miles away from town. It was good for fishing, or for taking a raft into town. Follow it far enough upstream, and you'd find the Silver Ravine mystery dungeon, tame enough that the occasional kid still got lost in it on a dare. Dungeon dust must have filtered into the water; the banks of the Silver bore a fair number of uncanny herbs and berries, like pecha and cheri. Townies liked ciders made with the stuff, apparently.
A 'mon could easily spend a day out here without encountering another soul, if the mood so took them.
East of town, patchy scrubland covered rough hills, providing a habitat for small wild pokémon, plentiful tiny insects, and the occasional thinking 'mon who needed a bit of space. Kids came out here sometimes to play, not always with permission. It also made a good place to spar for the more boisterous adult residents. If one walked far enough out, and faced away from town, they could kid themself that they were out in the wilderness. Save for the occasional tell-tale lost shirt button or beer bottle, that is.
The Silver River swam through the hills, here, extending up towards a ravine several miles away from town. It was good for fishing, or for taking a raft into town. Follow it far enough upstream, and you'd find the Silver Ravine mystery dungeon, tame enough that the occasional kid still got lost in it on a dare. Dungeon dust must have filtered into the water; the banks of the Silver bore a fair number of uncanny herbs and berries, like pecha and cheri. Townies liked ciders made with the stuff, apparently.
A 'mon could easily spend a day out here without encountering another soul, if the mood so took them.
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