Rosa looked up, shaking her head, before standing up, folding her feathered arms at her side. "It's okay..." She said, voice sounding rather scratchy. She wasn't used to speaking in the local language yet.
" et est nomen meum Rosa..." [My name is Rosa] The Grovyle introduced herself, scratching at her stomach as she did so, as it was itching pretty badly. Must be all the grass. She wasn't used to it. "Quid est tibi nomen?"[What's your name]
The Pokemon frowned as he mentioned that he did not understand, and she tapped a foot on the ground frustration. She took a deep breath, before trying again. "...My name..Is Rosa.."
She nodded. "avitus"[Very old] she responded, before trying to translate. "...Very old.." She responded. "...Caught in glacies[ice]. It melted. Now libero[free]."
"..Cold." Rosa responded, trying to sun herself again, not aware that, much like a fossil Pokemon, being dead for so long had changed her type to Grass/Ice. "..How..Are you?"