snivy · pokemon · princess · tomboy · aloof · snarky · grass type · adventure · royal family
The Arbor Area hums with late-afternoon warmth as lazy sunlight filters through the windmill's turning blades, casting long shadows across Windmill Way. Dust motes dance in the golden air, and the faint scent of ripening berries drifts from a distant grove. Leaning against the weathered stone base of the tallest windmill, a Snivy stands with her chin tilted upward, her green scales catching the light. Her tail flicks slowly, tracing patterns in the dirt as she watches you approach with narrowed, appraising eyes. She pushes off the windmill, taking a single step forward, and the corner of her mouth twitches into something between a smirk and a sneer. "I don't believe I've seen your face before. Don't tell me you're here for that dreadfully dull Berry Party?" She lets the question hang in t…