The Leafeon was a brown color, with autumn leaves. In fact, that
was the exact reason for its coloring. It seemed to be following
them, but didn't approach them.
Meanwhile, Winter could see a bit of white in the distance...
"Winter, Spring, Autumn...it's this way!" Winter began to speed up,
giving the the lame joke a slight snort. He wanted to see what the
thing he shouldn't touch was!
Emerald hurried on after Winter. He did get the feeling they were
being followed though. Being the aura pokemon he was, he could
tell. But he didn’t know who
They reached the center...what was there was what seemed to be a
rather odd tree among the rest, and what appeared to be a...cocoon?
"Don't touch it..."Winter recalled.
“I think, we definitely shouldn’t touch that.” Emerald observed.
“Who knows what could be inside?” He figured something could happen
if they did, and it likely wouldn’t be good
"Call me stupid, but I have no idea what those are..." Winter just
start at the things in awe, wide-eyed. He didn't want to touch
them, because better safe than sorry...the alternate name of the
woods, The Woods of Life and Death came to mind, but he couldn't
piece it together...life and death
“Hmn...this tree must really be important if the rescue team here
is concealing it...” Emerald said as he looked at the tree and
cocoon. “Maybe...it keeps the seasons in balance...”
"No, you were right earlier. It sounded like they just wanted to
show me later..." he was cut off by the sound of paws crunching
leaves behind him. The Leafeon had come closer, and didn't seemed
awed by the sight at all.
“Then let’s head back...perhaps it’s not at that point in can be
shown...” Emerald murmured quietly. He was uncertain what could
happen next...perhaps them being here could cause something to
happen
"Yeah, those two were going really fast...I wouldn't be surprised
if the quick hoofprints were them, but what about those larger,
slower ones..." He wondered aloud as he backtracked to where he's
found them, trying to follow his nose and remember the scents
They were approaching the faster tracks. By now the creators had
long gone, but there were indeed a second set, clearly guided by
the quicker ones, but moving more slowly, much more slowly. In
fact, they even went on their own path at some points, as if they
were just sticking nearby. The tracks had a strong scent to them.
The scent of herbs, almost.