Indigo came to Mt. Silver to look over her handiwork in the form of her contributions to its pathways. Now finished, she doesn't have a goal to strive for, a project to work on, anymore. As much as she needs a vacation, needs some peaceful free time... she doesn't know what to do with it. Perhaps her Novakid attention span is part of it, but she doesn't really know how to relax, how to simply be.
So now Indigo can be found sitting on a rock outside the entrance to the caves of Mt. Silver, playing her harmonica out of... boredom? Sure, let's call it boredom. (How she plays a harmonica without an apparent mouth is a mystery, but when she raises it to the part of her 'face' a mouth would be, it makes sound well enough.) In the process, she gains a bit of an audience, with Smeargles, Pidgey-creatures, and even one of those winged giraffes attracted by the sound and sticking around because she doesn't seem to be a threat. Indigo ends the song, lowering the harmonica and slowly reaching toward the closest Pidgey to pet it. Ignoring the outstretched hand, the Pidgey instead darts toward her other hand, the one holding the harmonica... and snatches the harmonica. Shiny rectangle!
"Wh -- hey! That's mine!" The Pidgey immediately darts off at her harsh words, running off while making random, dissonant sounds through the harmonica clutched in its beak. Indigo leaps to her feet in hot pursuit, yelling as she chases the thief.
1. Something about Music and Savage Beasts (Mt. Silver)
So now Indigo can be found sitting on a rock outside the entrance to the caves of Mt. Silver, playing her harmonica out of... boredom? Sure, let's call it boredom. (How she plays a harmonica without an apparent mouth is a mystery, but when she raises it to the part of her 'face' a mouth would be, it makes sound well enough.) In the process, she gains a bit of an audience, with Smeargles, Pidgey-creatures, and even one of those winged giraffes attracted by the sound and sticking around because she doesn't seem to be a threat. Indigo ends the song, lowering the harmonica and slowly reaching toward the closest Pidgey to pet it. Ignoring the outstretched hand, the Pidgey instead darts toward her other hand, the one holding the harmonica... and snatches the harmonica. Shiny rectangle!
"Wh -- hey! That's mine!" The Pidgey immediately darts off at her harsh words, running off while making random, dissonant sounds through the harmonica clutched in its beak. Indigo leaps to her feet in hot pursuit, yelling as she chases the thief.