Another pokemon that has been in touch with the Fae Forest, this braixen also happens to share the first name of the legendary land. Though in sharing that name, she didn't actually know about its existence when she first entered. All she knew was the the forest felt weird in many ways. The air was heavy yet also light at the same time. She felt full of energy. Full of happiness, joy, and love. Everything was so beautiful to her. The smallest leaf was beauty incarnate while the sounds of the pokemon that roamed the forest was a musical unheard of by any. The world, everything, was perfect. Yet even in this perfection, there was a disquiet. Something wasn't right. Something, somewhere, wasn't supposed to be how it was. She knew it deep in her gut. This world was too perfect. The air smelled too sweet, the pokemon too friendly. She didn't fear, but she grew all the more suspicious. How long had she been here? Where is the way back home? How did she get here in the first place? Questions raced through her mind and the braixen had no answers. All she had was the stricken joy at such a place and soon enough a voice. Light spoken. Gentle to the ear. Like a melody that could put even the rowdiest child to sleep.
"Are you lost, friend?" It said.
Fae gasped. She was lost. She spoke it to the voice and the owner appeared. A strangely colored sylveon with striking blue pupils with purple irises appeared before her. He smiled. She took a step forward.
