Bulbasaur Green

"Oh Frio, we should really start getting you a bag for you to carry these eggs around in. Maybe both of us should have one, we should really gather some materials and get them put together. We can nest them with moss and feathers and cotton and maybe even go up to Charlotte and get her to add some glass. Didn’t she say something about glass being good at looking at things while they’re inside something? I can’t recall, she’s been quite busy lately. I don’t know if we’d have time due to all the eggs coming our way, but I also don’t know how I could even incorporate glass into a bag. Charlotte might know, but also her fire and my cloth aren’t exactly compatible...”

Camen drawls on, glancing up every so often to keep an eye on Frio as he cradles two large eggs. He listened as they walked along, a gentle stroll through the forest and meadow and across the old log bridge as they stretched their legs and let two eggs get some air. 

One egg had been sitting with a few Isomaras for what feels like forever, but after a small, behind the scene incident with it, a tall golden Isomara had kindly requested that the daycare workers take care of it and let him know when his dear Isoling had a friend to play with. 

“I know that dearest Charity has Frea to play with, but I worry that they won’t grow by just playing with the same Isoling every day! And, sometimes, Frea is busy, and it puts Charity in a mood. Besides, everyone needs at least two good friends, you know?” The Isomara had blabbed, passing over a bright green egg. It was so bright, like a warm summer day’s treetops, all the while cream branches crawled along the shell. His winged ears had fluttered with anxiety and hope as he wrung his paws together, struggled to not mess with the feathers on his wings. “Please do keep me updated! We’re still in that little foresty marsh area, the one with the sun patch. Let me know if you need anything!” were his departing words, feathers fluttering down where he once stood. 

Carmen let out a sigh at the memory, thankful the egg they had nicknamed Growth had circled back to them. She loved the Isomaras on the island, everyone was like family, but sometimes she worried a bit too much. She felt like a mother to many, all the while her kids looked after by a thousand strangers that didn’t know what to do. She’s just glad that the island turned to her and Frio when in need. 

She took pride in looking after these eggs and isolings, and she was forever thankful for her coworker who helped her so much. Frio looked over at her as if reading her mind, flashing her a struggled grin as he readjusted the eggs in his arms. 

“Growth is pretty heavy! Thatch is a rather light, however. I know it’s age, but it’s weird carrying them both and feeling the difference. Growth really lives up to the name, don’t you think? Who came up with it again?” It had been so long, it had slipped even Carmen’s mind. She thought back to everyone she had raised and watched hatch or woke up to the shrieking awoos of an isoling wandering the daycare at night after just popping free from the shell. Many a night they had curled around them for comfort, listening to their breathing as they finally slept. 

“Thatch seems like a pretty new egg, I’m glad we found them when we did.” The dyed green crescent moon seemed to taunt her at the thought, the bubbled green clouds skittering across the darkness and into the light. Such a lovely egg, she was sure the isoling would be a kind soul, just like everyone else from the daycare. She smiled at the thought. Frio curled them both closer to him, staring down at the two greens. So similar, yet so different. But still incredibly amazing and they both were excited about their future. 

“Me too. We just have to wait and see, huh?”