[The Honedge, a pokemon he had only read about and studied illustrations of in dusty old encyclopedias, suddenly shifting form was one thing in and of itself. The primly dressed young woman who appeared in the ghostly blade's place was a completely different story.
Waver, who was standing stark still with his eyes wide and his tiny Foongus held firmly in his hands, stared blankly at the woman for a moment before quickly searching the surrounding trees for any sign of anyone else.
Turning up nothing, he uneasily pointed at himself with questions in his eyes.]
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Waver, who was standing stark still with his eyes wide and his tiny Foongus held firmly in his hands, stared blankly at the woman for a moment before quickly searching the surrounding trees for any sign of anyone else.
Turning up nothing, he uneasily pointed at himself with questions in his eyes.]
Are you....talking to me?