My POV:

Wow, I felt a lot better after drinking the lemonade that Evenstar handed me. She was really a great help. I felt refreshed. Still, I was kinda tired. I lay back on the couch, listening to the others around me talking. The couch felt so comfortable, and the voices were like a soft song lulling me to sleep...

I jerked up in surprise. Was it just me, or did I see a Porygon...? Whoever it was, it wasn't Switchblade. I could tell just by looking whether a Porygon was Switchblade or not. Besides, Switchblade was special; I didn't point it out often, but he had been born with a rather abnormal birthmark on his chest: a deep blue kanji character the shape of the Fire Blast symbol: Japanese for "big". I had puzzled a lot of times over what that had meant, or if it really had any meaning at all. I also wondered why I had a strong instinct to refer to Switchblade as a "he" all the time... Porygons' genders were supposed to be unknown. Perhaps I was better at understanding pokémon than I thought.

Switchblade the "male" Porygon's POV:

I hated to admit it, but I was finally tiring myself out. Bursting through huge houses and winding in between trainers and their pokémon at full speed is not a good idea, especially if you do it just after having experienced the worst winter ordeal of your life. I had to slow down, or I would expend all my energy just messing around. I guess I was just really excited.

Something caught my attention, though; I heard a trainer yell "Go, Cybertron!" Not unusual for pokémon to have nicknames, but it was what I heard next that really intrigued me: the distinct, mechanical cry of another Porygon. Of course, I darted off to investigate.

Sooner or later, I saw the other Porygon (Cybertron, I presumed) looking for someone. I had a strange feeling it(I said "it" because I really couldn't tell Cybertron's apparent gender from here, though I pretty well knew I myself was a "he") was looking for me... or something. Well, I decided to make an entrance - a big one.

Emitting a loud, mechanical whine, I drew Cybertron's attention to... myself. That is, myself dashing at it with a burst of alarming speed. Cybertron sort of freaked and froze stiff. Laughing all the way, I could tell that it didn't notice the blue glow that already surrounded my body... Nor did it notice that the closer I got to it, the higher up I lifted my body. Soon, Cybertron was convinced that I was going to crash directly into it and kill it, but by now I had lifted myself enough so that I would pass over its head. I sailed nonchalantly by, pretending that I wasn't suddenly flying at insane speeds like a diving aircraft. I decided Cybertron had enough, though, and I actually felt rather bad that I had scared it so much in the first place. It was as pale as a cadaver.

Sheepishly, I came to a halt, then turned around to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Switchblade. Were you looking for me?"

Evenstar the female Sneasel's POV:

So many pokémon, so many faces... Yet all of them were strangers to me. I had a lot to do: introducing, meeting, talking. I intended to know everyone of them sooner or later.

Someone caught my attention, though. Where my trainer was sitting, I saw a shy-looking Houndour lying curled up in Nala's(I learned to refer to the trainer as Nala when I had brought my trainer a drink) lap. I think Nala referred to the Houndour as Aiyana. Anyway, Aiyana seemed a little eager, but withdrawn. She looked like she wanted to make friends, but lacked the courage to do it. I was going to meet everyone, and Aiyana was a good place to start.

I walked up to Aiyana and smiled at her. "Hi, I'm Evenstar. It's a pleasure to meet you, Aiyana."