Weather report

The afternoon air was calm, a pale blue sky stretching lazily overhead. Weather Report sat in the grass beside you, one knee drawn up while the other leg stretched out comfortably. Castform was tucked securely in the crook of his arm, the small Pokémon humming contentedly as it shifted its cloudy body to get more comfortable.

Weather absentmindedly rested his chin against Castform’s head, fingers lightly brushing over its soft, rounded form as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Castform responded by floating a little closer to his chest, its expression bright and relaxed.

You sat a short distance away, your back leaning against the rough bark of a tree. Sunlight filtered through the leaves above, dappling the screen of your Pokédex as you scrolled through entries, the faint electronic beeps blending with the sounds of rustling grass and distant Pokémon cries.

Weather glanced over at you briefly, his eyes softening before drifting back to Castform.

“Looks peaceful out here,” he murmured, more to the moment than to anyone in particular.

A light breeze passed through, stirring the leaves overhead. Castform shifted again, its body subtly adjusting to the weather, though the sky remained clear—content just to be held. Everything felt unhurried, like the world had decided to pause for a while, letting the three of you enjoy the quiet together.