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Rydia was often by the rivers of Fontaine looking to refill her Mystic Water. She normally had no reason to linger. But her gaze fell on a lone Buizel, sitting at the base of the stream's waterfall. The running water splashed against the sea weasel's face, before running down his sides. The hazy mist surrounding him only added to the mystery clogging the Smeargle's mind. The concentration in his stare, erratically paused by instinctual blinks, became the focus for her mind's canvas. She did not bother to ask what was bothering the Buizel... She only knew that she had to capture the scene.

(practicing with some water color~)