Elisa
Elisa and I met thirty years ago, when I was just a gym leader's son and she was the strangest Ralts that I'd even laid eyes on. She was incredibly timid at that time, and my dad had simply set her beside the nine year old me. Elisa was solid...
Elisa Part 2
Elisa and I switched off handling the egg over the next few days, with Gary, admittedly miffed, chipping in as well. The feline wasn't happy with the new addition. He was standoffish of late, but that wasn't stopping our joy. I continued in my teaching...