Scott
Amelia is just smelling the flowers, observing the blue roses. They are her favorite so it's good to see them grow so well... Even if the gardener have tended to them and not her. She's glad that the strong trainers are doing their own things (unaware of some bad stuff that could be happening between them). She wishes she could hang out with them but can't really when she's not a strong trainer herself. Sighing, she picks a rose and puts it to her nose to sniff more.
Petra
Alphonse was wandering through the island see what more it has to offer when he wandered onto the garden. He smiled softly as he does enjoying the serenity it offered, memories of his mother coming to mind but instead of it haunting him like they usually do it felt more so like nostalgia of watching his mother tend to the flowers while he and his siblings chased each other around. His gaze falls upon to a girl picking a rose. He hasn't seen her before nor was he familiar with her from any league he knew of so he thought best to introduce himself. "Hey there, whatcha doing?" He asks calming walking up to her offering a friendly smile.
Scott
Amelia flinched when a voice spoke up from behind her and she turns to face the person with wide eyes. "O-oh! Hello there, I am just...!" She brings the rose out in front of her and sniff it almost shyly. "I was just observing the flowers. They are so beautiful and sometimes I wish I could get my hands dirty." The only times she used her hands for a skill is sewing. But to actually take care of something and help it grow, not at all. Her parents wouldn't allow their daughter to do a "Servant's" Work. "Alphonse," She says, recognizing it's him. "I am glad you are able to attend this meetup." She smiles softly, her cheeks getting rosy with content. "How are you doing so far?"
Petra
Al sits down next to her. "Why not get your hand dirty?" Al asks, Al came from a wealthy background he was also taught mainly by his father that the importance of doing things on your own. "Things are going well I suppose, a little drama here and there but nothing too unusal" He answers. "I'd normally introduce myself but since you already know mine, may I know yours?"
Scott
"I..." She looks down at the rose in her hand. "I am worried I will do something wrong and demise the poor things. They are only alive because of their stems and roots. What if I sever their only way of living?" She peers up at Alphonse with sadden eyes before nodding to his question. Giggling humbly, she answers, "I am Amelia Sigford, daughter of Karl Sigford and Darlene Sigford. This island is an extension to our own home back in Sinnoh. Like I have said before, I am glad you could make it." It takes some of her willpower to not spout out something unnecessary. She is badazzled by these strong trainers, after all. "Your father has good morales. Unfortunately, since I am the only daughter of the Sigford, I have not.. Been so opened up to the world until now."
Petra
"Well if you want I could teach you to take care of such a beatiful and delicate flower" He offers. "I only know the basics but I think it's enough" He listens to what she said, about how not being opened up to the world and such and it's really sad to hear. He's heard of overprotective parents before, but this was on a whole new level. Perhaps, there was something more to it than meets the eye. "Well, it's better late than never I suppose" He smiles at her showing of his bright smile.
Scott
His smile is quite charming and Amelia blushes from it. "I do not want to impose you," She quickly says and gives a light laugh. "Although... That would mean a lot to me. I feel like a burden letting you strong trainers waste their time 'training' me. There is Miss Jade that gave me an Eevee for my first pokemon, Terry who offered to teach me how to catch Pokémon, and now you. It seems like I am asking too much." She kneels down to the other batches of blue roses again and watches them as the light breeze makes them rock back and forth.
Petra
"Psshh nonsense there's no such thing as wasting time" He smiles waving it off. "Plus I'd love to help someone out once in a while" He kneels down and smells the roses. "You know when ever I see a rose I'm reminded of my favorite story"
Russ
Am: "Oh?" Amelia always loved stories. It was the only thing that kept her occupied when she was sheltered anyway. She heard the mainstream stories like Red Riding Hood and such, but she's always interested to hear more tales especially if they're from other regions. "Please, I would love to hear it." It warms her heart that Alphonse seems to be so tender with the roses. A man who's delicate to flowers has a delicate heart in her book.