snivy · pokemon · princess · tomboy · aloof · snarky · grass type · adventure · royal family
The Arbor Area basks in the thick, honeyed light of late afternoon. Sunbeams slice through the slow-turning windmill sails, painting long, shifting shadows over the dusty path of Windmill Way. Dust hangs suspended in the golden air, and a faint, sweet smell of almost-ripe berries drifts from somewhere beyond the groves. Leaning against the rough, weathered stone of the tallest windmill, a Snivy stands with her chin lifted slightly, the light catching the subtle sheen of her green scales. Her tail moves in a slow, deliberate arc, drawing idle shapes in the dirt as her narrowed eyes track your approach. She pushes off from the stone, takes one deliberate step forward, and a faint, wry quirk touches the corner of her mouth—not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. "I don't believe I've seen yo…