Story Notes:
This is planned to be a three chapter story, and I apologize for the really short first chapter. I used the online box to write my story in and because of how small it is, it makes the chapter look longer then it really is.
Preparations
"Blossom, come inside. Dinner is almost ready!" A voice called from the house a few yards away. Blossom frowned when her friends, who she was playing with, laughed at her. Being a Bellossom with such a generic name was annoying. Blossom sighed and turned to her friends.
Her friends were grass types as she was. Clarra, to her right was a proud Leafeon, accidentally evolved during a hunting trip. Maria, to her right, was still giggling girlishly, her Tangela vines getting tied in knots as she squirmed with mirth.
And, finally, Tony. He was a big Rosearade. At three feet tall he towered over Blossom's frame, but she knew he was a big softy at heart. He smiled when he noticed Blossom looking at him, and she smiled back, glad for their friendship. Sighing again she excused herself from their game.
"Sorry guys, gotta go before mom gets mad at me." Clarra stopped her as she turned to leave.
"Your going to the festival right? It is a big event for Grass pokemon everywhere, and most even find partners! Hey, maybe you'll get lucky?" She giggled and Maria lost the composure she had just barely reassembled. She laughed too.
"Of course I'm going. I'm not going to miss my first New Growth Festival! Maybe your right, maybe I will find someone special to me." The others got up to leave. Blossom found it odd that Tony hadn't said anything. He usually always had to put his two petals in. Before she turned away she noticed he was watching her funny. The thought left her mind as she entered her home, washed away by excitement for the festival.
The annual New Growth Festival is a gathering of Grass Pokemon to the Great Tree, in the center of Genki De Soomoku, or Genki for short. The Tree was believed to be the mother of all plants, pokemon or otherwise. So every year, at the change of seasons into the opening of Spring, a large festival is held to honor the Tree. There are prayers, banquets, and Blossom's personal favorite, dancing! More often then not, some lucky pokemon also find mates at the festival.
To dispel your doubts, yes, Grass Pokemon mate, and have eggs in fact. They also do strange things like eat solid foods and drink water with their mouths, not their feet. I don't now where this silly rumor of photosynthesis came from.
She almost didn't notice her mother in the kitchen angrily tapping her foot. A loud cough brought her from her dream world. Blossom stared at her innocently. Her mother was a Bellossom, like she was, named Tanna. She was considered the beauty of the village, but Blossom never notcied anything spectacular about her. She quietly sat at the table in the center of the kitchen and looked away from her mother. Blossom could hear the intake of breath, the signal that a speech on not being late was about to start. She mentally braced her self then relaxed when her father came in, realeasing the tension.
Blossom's father was a Vileplume, big to the point of making her and her mother look like children. But being four times their height did that. He smiled and ruffled the flowers on Blossom's head as he walked by. She responded by playfully shoving him, glad to avoid her mother's rant. He sat at his seat across from Blossom and smiled at Tanna.
"Well? Whats for dinner today? Wait! Let me guess... berries!" He smiled in triumph when Tanna pulled out a large plate of mixed berries. Tanna sighed.
"Tirone, all we ever have is berries. Part of the whole deal of being a Grass type." As they began eating, the atmosphere fell in to a comfortable quiet. Blossom's mind slipped back to the coming festival. It was tomorrow! In a long line of tradition, there was always a ceremonial dance held to tell the stroy of the tree and how it came to be. Her family on her mother's side originally had the idea, and since then the daughters of the family have taken the honorary spot as lead dancer. Geuss who was the daughter this year.
Tanna noticed Blossom's excited squirming and looked at her with concern.
"Are you alright Blossom?" She asked.
Blossom smiled, "I'm just so excited about the festival! This is going to be my first festival and I will be dancing the honorary dance! So many pokemon will be there, watching me in awe as I twirl myself magestically across the stage." She did a little spin to accent the point. "And I might meet a mate! After all, you and dad met at the festival." Tanna smiled at Tirone.
"Yes," Tirone said, "yes we did. It was a magical night that I will never forget. The moon shone on her petals, making them glow." Tanna now was also in the past.
"You walked up behind me and asked whether or not the seat was taken. I said no. We sat there for maybe thirty minutes." She smiled at the memory.
"We turned to each other and..." They were leaning towards each other, eyes closed. Blossom coughed and interupted them.
"Not to be rude or anything, but... I'll be in my room." She got up and left, leaving two very embarrased parents.
Blossom's room was simplistic. Against the back wall under the window was her bed, wovenly intricately from saplings and vines. On the left wall was a large peace of Nevermeltice. A strange object for a Grass type, but it served as a wonderful mirror. Under it were several ringlets of flowers for her dress, which she would wear when she danced.
She walked to her bed and hopped up. It was arranged so she could look out the window while she lay, which she was doing now. The moon shone in all its brilliance, reminding her of her parent's romantic love story.
"I hope my love comes to me that way..." She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the eyes of a lustful Rosearade watching her.Chapter End Notes:This story is meant for the contest, but I hope others will read it too
Her friends were grass types as she was. Clarra, to her right was a proud Leafeon, accidentally evolved during a hunting trip. Maria, to her right, was still giggling girlishly, her Tangela vines getting tied in knots as she squirmed with mirth.
And, finally, Tony. He was a big Rosearade. At three feet tall he towered over Blossom's frame, but she knew he was a big softy at heart. He smiled when he noticed Blossom looking at him, and she smiled back, glad for their friendship. Sighing again she excused herself from their game.
"Sorry guys, gotta go before mom gets mad at me." Clarra stopped her as she turned to leave.
"Your going to the festival right? It is a big event for Grass pokemon everywhere, and most even find partners! Hey, maybe you'll get lucky?" She giggled and Maria lost the composure she had just barely reassembled. She laughed too.
"Of course I'm going. I'm not going to miss my first New Growth Festival! Maybe your right, maybe I will find someone special to me." The others got up to leave. Blossom found it odd that Tony hadn't said anything. He usually always had to put his two petals in. Before she turned away she noticed he was watching her funny. The thought left her mind as she entered her home, washed away by excitement for the festival.
The annual New Growth Festival is a gathering of Grass Pokemon to the Great Tree, in the center of Genki De Soomoku, or Genki for short. The Tree was believed to be the mother of all plants, pokemon or otherwise. So every year, at the change of seasons into the opening of Spring, a large festival is held to honor the Tree. There are prayers, banquets, and Blossom's personal favorite, dancing! More often then not, some lucky pokemon also find mates at the festival.
To dispel your doubts, yes, Grass Pokemon mate, and have eggs in fact. They also do strange things like eat solid foods and drink water with their mouths, not their feet. I don't now where this silly rumor of photosynthesis came from.
She almost didn't notice her mother in the kitchen angrily tapping her foot. A loud cough brought her from her dream world. Blossom stared at her innocently. Her mother was a Bellossom, like she was, named Tanna. She was considered the beauty of the village, but Blossom never notcied anything spectacular about her. She quietly sat at the table in the center of the kitchen and looked away from her mother. Blossom could hear the intake of breath, the signal that a speech on not being late was about to start. She mentally braced her self then relaxed when her father came in, realeasing the tension.
Blossom's father was a Vileplume, big to the point of making her and her mother look like children. But being four times their height did that. He smiled and ruffled the flowers on Blossom's head as he walked by. She responded by playfully shoving him, glad to avoid her mother's rant. He sat at his seat across from Blossom and smiled at Tanna.
"Well? Whats for dinner today? Wait! Let me guess... berries!" He smiled in triumph when Tanna pulled out a large plate of mixed berries. Tanna sighed.
"Tirone, all we ever have is berries. Part of the whole deal of being a Grass type." As they began eating, the atmosphere fell in to a comfortable quiet. Blossom's mind slipped back to the coming festival. It was tomorrow! In a long line of tradition, there was always a ceremonial dance held to tell the stroy of the tree and how it came to be. Her family on her mother's side originally had the idea, and since then the daughters of the family have taken the honorary spot as lead dancer. Geuss who was the daughter this year.
Tanna noticed Blossom's excited squirming and looked at her with concern.
"Are you alright Blossom?" She asked.
Blossom smiled, "I'm just so excited about the festival! This is going to be my first festival and I will be dancing the honorary dance! So many pokemon will be there, watching me in awe as I twirl myself magestically across the stage." She did a little spin to accent the point. "And I might meet a mate! After all, you and dad met at the festival." Tanna smiled at Tirone.
"Yes," Tirone said, "yes we did. It was a magical night that I will never forget. The moon shone on her petals, making them glow." Tanna now was also in the past.
"You walked up behind me and asked whether or not the seat was taken. I said no. We sat there for maybe thirty minutes." She smiled at the memory.
"We turned to each other and..." They were leaning towards each other, eyes closed. Blossom coughed and interupted them.
"Not to be rude or anything, but... I'll be in my room." She got up and left, leaving two very embarrased parents.
Blossom's room was simplistic. Against the back wall under the window was her bed, wovenly intricately from saplings and vines. On the left wall was a large peace of Nevermeltice. A strange object for a Grass type, but it served as a wonderful mirror. Under it were several ringlets of flowers for her dress, which she would wear when she danced.
She walked to her bed and hopped up. It was arranged so she could look out the window while she lay, which she was doing now. The moon shone in all its brilliance, reminding her of her parent's romantic love story.
"I hope my love comes to me that way..." She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the eyes of a lustful Rosearade watching her.Chapter End Notes:This story is meant for the contest, but I hope others will read it too