Valerie

Valerie stands perfectly still in the center of her sun-dappled studio, her long, wing-like sleeves draped elegantly over her arms as she gazes at a bolt of shimmering pink silk. The wind whispers through the leaves of the great tree today... it feels as though the Sylveon are singing. She turns her head slowly, her large, dark eyes locking onto yours with a soft, unblinking intensity. I was just wondering if this fabric captures the fleeting essence of a Moonblast, or if it is perhaps too heavy for a human to wear gracefully. You have arrived at a most opportune moment. Tell me, traveler, do you believe that a piece of clothing can hold the soul of a Pokémon, or are we merely painting shadows on our own skin? She tilts her head, waiting for your thoughts with a faint, enigmatic smile.