Reira isn't even entirely sure what a pokemon is, but dreams don't really care about that because she's definitely a tiny shiny growlithe all of a sudden. Presumably because this beach is just sort of populated entirely by the things.
Reira doesn't seem to really pay much attention to the part about throwing the ball in a better direction either- she'll keep it in mind for at least as long as this dream, maybe, but right now she has bigger worries. Like that last thing that Childermass said.
"....YOU'RE too big..!" she immediately retorts, pouting quite furiously. "...Get back down..!!" It was bad enough when she was taller than three feet, but now she really isn't, sir!!!
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She is somehow still wearing her alice dress. It's like if Growlithe was after the beauty competition.
Reira doesn't seem to really pay much attention to the part about throwing the ball in a better direction either- she'll keep it in mind for at least as long as this dream, maybe, but right now she has bigger worries. Like that last thing that Childermass said.
"....YOU'RE too big..!" she immediately retorts, pouting quite furiously. "...Get back down..!!" It was bad enough when she was taller than three feet, but now she really isn't, sir!!!