Standing there, a little isolated and out of the loop, Naomi had the time to look around. The stage was up, at the edge of the village. With the help of the others' pokemon, particularly the Houndour, poles were being lifted and ropes, with fluttering strings of ribbons dangling from them, strung between them. The stage was mostly complete, it looked like.<br/><br/>Then there was a light touch on her arm. She smiled back, relieved, and listened as the older woman led her to the Torii-in-potential. She smiled at Steven and his Tyrogue, givng him a little wave as she got to the columns lying on the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"I've never seen one being made, but I've seen them before. In some of my history classes, they touched on the rituals and traditions that came before Pokeballs were mass-produced. I know they must have worked, but I never really had the time to learn them. I think I might have diagrams of how they're supposed to go together in my portable. Is there anything particular we need to do while assembling it?"</span><br/><br/>She looked past the site of the gate; it was sited to face the spirit forest. From the sense of some unseen presence under the canopy, the forest had been aptly named. There was a faint path beyond, little more than a trace of slightly fewer grasses and plants, leading to the verge of the trees.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"I'm feeling a little uneasy about some of our new companion's plans to go catching a ghost out there, now. Anyway. Any ideas of how we should get this together, Steven?"</span><br/><br/>'Tai was contemplating the gate curiously as the flutter of wings announced the Farfetch'd arrival. It hopped onto the pieces of wood that would become the ornamental cap and lintel of the gate, tapping it tentatively with its leek.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>