She was not a creature of battles or badges. She was a Pokémon of homes .
On the twenty-second night, Maree woke to a familiar weight at the foot of her bed. A soft, warm scent filled the room—sassafras, vanilla, fizz. She opened her eyes.
He found Ninacola asleep in her spot on the rug. Her tail-gourd pulsed a slow, warm glow.
