Richard
"Nokomis Miakoda, in the native language I am daughter of the moon; power of the moon. Fitting for my interests." Nokomis laid a hand on her Noctowls head, patting it softly. The owl pokemon closed its eyes, letting out soft coos and hoots every now and then.
The Umbreon, with a voice almost as soft as the current breeze, answered with glee. "Moonrise, cheesey yeah? I love it though." To everyone else incapable of understanding pokemon, Umbreons words would simply sound as its normal pokemon sounds. Nothing more nothing less. However, the Noctowl would not speak.
Mary
"Hello to both of you, Nokomis and Moonrise." N acknowledged their names, standing back up at his full height. They casted a quick glance towards the Noctowl, confused at its silence. That must simply be thr nature of the pokemon, however. Quiet. 
"This is my friend, Mockery." They introduced the zoroark with a soft smile, said pokemon crossing its arms and tapping claws together once, twice over. With eyes shot violet-indigo, it turned its head back towards the moon. "Apologies for her aloof nature, she usually isn't like this." N simply laughed it off.
Richard
"I never told you his name." Nokomis glanced to her Umbreon, knowing it couldn't speak a human tongue. Their instinct was to keep their pokemon away from the stranger, wary of underlying motives. 
She did find Mockery, as the zoroark was called, to be quite beautiful under the light of the moon. The reds of its fur were brilliant and captivating, like rubies trapped under the surface of dark water. "No need to apologize, the unusual natures of a pokemon don't bother me much." As she spoke, the Noctowl on her shoulder cooed low words, maybe a song.
Mary
"Oh, apologies for the lack of explanation. I speak the language of pokemon as though it was english." He backed away, understanding their warriness of the abilities. 
All the while, Mockery growled along to the song. A quiet hum of a tune it didn't quiet understand. 
"Well, Nokomis. You too wish to seek answers from the night sky. I see we have that in common." N leaned over one of the peir posts, looking up at the moon as well. It was a comforting feeling, tracing shapes out of lit io dots. Almost cracks in the deep blues and blacks of the night, little holes of golden light. A claws out rip of a moon.