[For a variety of reasons, Gladion's invitation is very welcome, and though the trip to the Trainhouse is fraught with bad memories, Rindo is hopeful that this time will be much different. Finally getting to see the sun again is helping more than he'd like to admit.
Free of the fog and rain, everything looks more vibrant—including, of course, the berries Gladion is showing off. Rindo may or may not be trying to… listen (?) to them. Do plants from other worlds have accents? He really wouldn't know, considering he hasn't had any luck perceiving anything yet. He will refrain from voicing that thought, at any rate.
While Silvally does its thing behind them (that sounded like another landing just now), he tilts his head, peering intently at the fruit.]
They kinda remind me of oranges… Even the name. Do you have those back home?
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Free of the fog and rain, everything looks more vibrant—including, of course, the berries Gladion is showing off. Rindo may or may not be trying to… listen (?) to them. Do plants from other worlds have accents? He really wouldn't know, considering he hasn't had any luck perceiving anything yet. He will refrain from voicing that thought, at any rate.
While Silvally does its thing behind them (that sounded like another landing just now), he tilts his head, peering intently at the fruit.]
They kinda remind me of oranges… Even the name. Do you have those back home?