DreamYard | Early Evening 
The evening was newly hatched, and something rustled in the trees nearby DreamYard. The young Pokemon crawled down from the tree, feeling the texture of the bark as her tiny three-digit hands gripped onto a branch for support. This Pokemon was a Mawile, a mute Mawile, which goes by the name of Taisiel. She was a cave-dweller, but is now a traveler and a scavenger. The Deceiver Pokemon never really lived up to her title, and is frankly really honest, picking up metal scraps she had found scattered everywhere, hoping they would make out as something useful. Most of the scraps were leading to the Basement.
DreamYard Basement | Early Evening
Taisiel felt a faint wind blow by, the trees gave that musical rustle, but instead of dancing like she would usually do, she went to follow the scraps down the basement, picking the little ones up, one by one. The stone hard stairs were cold against Taisiel's feet, she gave a shiver as she went down the first steps. At first, it got more warmer as she stepped down, but then severely cold as she finally made it to the basement. It felt... Dead. The Mawile peaked over the corner, checking for any undead. Instead she spotted some sort of floating fire lantern Pokemon. It didn't look dead, more like a ghost, but it was better than being an undead prowling for more meat.
Taisiel didn't move from her spot, but noticed how the Pokemon's flames crackled, it looked as if it was watching something, or someone. Possibly taking notes of it's every action, or just writing down some of the plant life (hopefully). She flinched as the Pokemon brought out a book, well, it is now literally taking notes.
As the Mawile tried to peak out even farther from her corner, she accidentally kicked a pebble, which hopped towards the ghost lantern. Taisiel tried to hold in her breath, immediately going back to behind her corner before they could see anything - hopefully she wasn't a goner. If she were to have her vocal chords, she would be whimpering like mad.