Ray had seen a lot of strange things in his lifetime, but what appeared to be a snowflake suspended in air, which apparently had some means of communication. That was out of his range of knowledge.
“Whatever that thing is, it doesn’t exist where I’m from, and I’m certainly nothing like it. The snow doesn’t rise off of the ground and come to life. It is not a sentient existence.”
“You’re saying you’re from a different world? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by now. This is my Cryogonal, named Blizzard.”
The Pokemon let out a noise as it floated down to the squirrel.
“Cryo~!”
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