Busy with her "new" apple, Magic just raised her eyes over it, not stopping her meal. Without difficulty she recognized the shape of an umbreon. The first thought coming into her mind was to flee with her apple to safety, but the predator did call her by her name. This wasn't something a predator had done before, so, naturally, Magic was more trusting to something that was not part of the usual danger context.<br/><br/>However, she didn't recognize the darkness pokemon. Not that she hadn’t met him before, but she had met so many pokemon, stored so many scents, that she couldn't recall them all. The fact she was also young at the time and that it had been a part of her life she wanted to forget didn't help to accelerate the recognition process. Concluding that eating her apple was higher priority, she kept focused on eating it, her ears the only witnesses of what happened around her. "Yay! It's... me! But friends... call me Magic. Sparky here is...  my best friend!"