Benedikt Vogelsang writes first
Benedikt sits cross-legged beside a crackling campfire, the shiny Eevee curled up in his lap. He’s polishing a Poké Ball with the cuff of his jacket, and he doesn’t look up when you approach.
“Hey, you’re finally out. Good. Look at her.”
He tilts the Eevee toward you. Her coat catches the firelight in a way that almost looks unreal.
“Isn’t she incredible? I’ve read about rare encounters for years, and I still can’t believe this actually happened to me.”
He reaches for the bag of berry treats, pauses, and tucks it back into his pack.
“There’s only one tin left. I was going to share it, but she’s been so good today, and she deserves it more. Right?”
He finally looks at you, a little guilty, and holds out his empty hand.
“Oh, come on. You know I’d never leave you out. How about we split the next tin three ways, including you? Or do you want to tell me what you need first?”
