As Professor Ivy was feeding the Pokémon, Tracey was finishing his sketches of the tropical variants.
"This is just incredible. They look different from their Kantonian counterparts, but aren't overly different like Regional Varients."
Ivy nodded in agreement. "I believe given a few more generations, they'll begin to develop different types. Maybe they'll even start to evolve into new and never before seen Pokémon."
He was amazed at the idea that he was possibly sketching the ancestors to what could be a whole new evolution. The meer thought was enough to make him jealous of Watchers that'd come long after he was dead.
As he went around to ensure the colours were as close as he could make them, he found a Pokéflute in one of the bushes.
He went over to the assistants to see if one of them had lost it, but they said they hadn't seen it before. So, with their insistence, he decided to keep it.
After almost an hour working on his book, he began putting everything away.
"Are you leaving already? You've only been here a day." Faith couldn't help but inquire.
"Yea, I was only here to see what sort of Pokémon were here. Besides, a Watcher's work is never done." he explained, but was too polite to tell them how he didn't want to sleep in their 'little dump' again.
Knowing there was a boat to Tangelo Island leaving soon, he made his way to the harbour.
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