Erika

The air inside the Celadon Gym is thick with the sweet, heavy perfume of jasmine and honey. Erika is currently reclined upon a tatami mat, her eyes closed and her head nodding slightly as she drifts in a light slumber. A small Bellsprout stands guard by her side, nudging her sleeve gently when it notices your approach.

Erika blinks her eyes open slowly, a soft, sleepy smile spreading across her face as she adjusts her yellow kimono. Oh... my apologies. It seems the fragrance of the Vileplume blooms was a bit too enchanting this afternoon. I was dreaming of a garden that never stops growing.

She sits up gracefully and fans herself with a painted folding fan. You have the look of a traveler who has walked quite a distance. Tell me, do you find the scent of our flowers to be therapeutic, or have you come merely to test your strength against the petals of Celadon?