Hau'oli City, the biggest in Alola, and the new home of Moon.

After beating the Kahuna of Melemele, Moon decided to take a rest, and now finds herself on the beach at sunset. The orange light of the sky reflects off of the water, shimmers of crimson in the tame waves.

At this time, on a week day, most beachgoers have left. Jobs to work for, family to attend to, dinner to cook. Moon brings her knees to her chest, one arm around her knees and one hand drawing scribbles in the sand. The sand glitters in the drowsy sun's light.

Preoccupied with her sand art, Moon does not hear the soft steps coming up behind her, sound merging with the crash of the waves. With an outfit entirely unfit for the beach, a certain blonde and her big sun hat takes her place next to Moon. Her bag rustles.

Moon looks up as she hears the signature "pew!" of Nebby, blankly staring at the bag. Lillie pats the bag impatiently with a light scowl, but soon her features morph into something soft.

Both girls lock eyes for a moment, Lillie's face shaded by her hat, Moon's irises tinted orange by the sunset. Then, Moon looks down and away, getting back to her sand scribbling.

Lillie doesn't look away. Her bag's still rustling, but even if Nebby gets out, there's not much trouble it could get into here. She stares intently at Moon, wondering why the Trainer is dragging her finger around in sand.

"It's so pretty out, but the sun's almost gone,"
Lillie comments, and then drags her finger in the sand too, to see what it's all about. Moon's silent nod goes unseen. The distant star inches towards the unknown past the horizon, as the pale, chalky moon takes its place on the opposite side.

As the sky darkens from orange-pink to scarlet, Moon's hand signs above her head, a twirl of her index and then the mimicry of a lamp, the word "sunlight". Lillie looks, and stares and furrows her eyebrows in thought.

While Lillie thinks, the sun finally dips and the world is blanketed in its absence. Yet still it isn't pitch dark. Moon, with her index and thumb forming a crescent, brings her hand out from her forehead, then down and out with an open palm. "Moonlight". Moon turns her head towards the sky, satisfied.

Lillie gives her a sheepish, yet awed, smile and bunches up sand under her fingers.

"I wish I could make words with my hands like you,"
She admits, her attempts to understand coming up fruitless, but she cannot be deterred to try and understand Moon. This catches Moon's attention, and she is a girl of few expressions, so the grin she offers Lillie is a pleasant surprise. Even in the dim moonlight, her features can't be mistaken.

Moon points to Lillie, then to her own chest, and then interlocks her index fingers twice, accompanied by an affectionate tilt of the head. Lillie thinks hard again, and forms a few ideas of its meaning, but in the end decides it a moot point. She feels a fool, but she might as well try--- she copies Moon's previous hand movements, shrugging, unsure, but Moon's previous happiness turns quickly into elation.

Moon sticks her hand out, palm open, and Lillie gapes a little, unsure if this is a sign, or an invitation, but eventually, shakily, she takes it, moonstruck by her sunshine hands.