Praying to Shaymin with Shaymins!

    “Mom! Do we have too?” Rose ask as her and her mother Grace trotted up to the flowery field where the shrine was just built.

    “Yes, sweetie,” the older shaymin replied leading them through the flower beds. “We are of Shaymin blood. It would be disrespectful not to visit our father’s shrine.”

    Rose paused for a moment before retorting, “I though my father was Renki, not Shaymin. Did you cheat?”

    “No!” Grace snapped back, a little harsh for her liken though as she apologized right afterwards. “No, sweetie. I love Renki too much for me to do that. Besides Shaymin hasn’t been seen for ever.But what I meant though was that we both have heritage that can be traced back to Shaymin. Your brothers have his blood in their veins as well. Your father will bring the boys over later.”

    “So why are we earlier than they are?” Rose asked as the crossed the threshold. Her answer can in the form of several dozen of tired explorers resting underneath the shrine’s roof. Most were just resting while others were feeding the pokemon with them scraps of the remaining food that they had brought.

    “I talked Wick into setting up a soup kitchen here,” her mother responded with a slight blush on her face. “We only got the clear to run it as a trail so we can only do it once a week though.”

    “It looks like half of the town is here?” Rose commented as she passively counted heads.

    Grace was ecstatic. “This is great!” she said as she trotted into the shrine, “With so many people here, Wick has to support this full time.”

    “Mom,” Rose spoke up as she continued her count. “Perhaps he had other things in mind when he said he would allow it.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well took a good look around. It clear that these people are important to Keyma’s life. But if so many are here then that would be that the explorers aren’t getting enough food from the stalls. That or they don’t have the money to get food.”

    Grace looked at the marble flooring before looking at her daughter and saying, “It’s true to a bit. The Sceptile is becoming more and more aggressive. Explorers haven’t gotten the chance to safely go out and earn their keep. B-but I just couldn’t let them starve. It wouldn’t look good on Keyma, or on us.”

    “Us?” Rose asked meeting her mother in the eyes.

    “Shaymin is know as the Gentle Farmer,” Grace started, “and for a place with two pure descendants of him running low on food, it looks bad on our bloodline. Like we aren’t the same as our god-father.”

    Rose took the information in and thought about it. “Don’t think too hard sweetie,” her mother interrupted, “I’m sure that Wick and the others will solve the problem with the sceptile. Hopefully one that is peaceful and beneficial to everyone.”

    Nuzzling her mother underneath the chin, Rose replied, “I’m sure that they will, mom. But for now we need to help out with the soup kitchen. There are plenty of hungry mouths we need to fill.”

    “Right,”  she replied snapping back. “Right let’s get started!”