[Contrary to how happy she should have been to see the snow melting, seeing as she was very much a plant herself, Vianca was very bittersweet about the coming spring. It was always a nice feeling, but she would miss the retreating white and cold. She felt more at peace being lost amongst the snowdrifts than she did when she stood as a stark white splash against the greenery.

It probably proved to be the opposite for the green gentleman that was outside with her. Every so often Vianca would peek over at him, possibly just to see if he was still there. Or to wonder what he was doing out in the snow. He was one of those grass types of Pokemon, she was fairly certain. Vinnie. Venasaur. Vianca you were kind of a creep. Perhaps he was related to that one that Hojita had liked so much.

Whatever the case, the point still stood that Vianca was certain she was one of the only plants around that enjoyed spending time in the snow. This led to questionable stares as her book sat in her lap, waiting for her to open it and actually read.]