Toro League

To the Esteemed Dean of Admission at Ferrite University,

I write to you today in my capacity as a humble servant of the Orthodox clergy of the Mother Church of Arceus, and whatever gravity that may carry in your heart.
An applicant to your university, Rina Derea, has expressed a true and genuine interest in serving Arceus’s will.
Unfortunately, on account that she has been blessed with our Lord’s maternal gift, she will not be able to leave the region for a formal training.

In the absence of a proper seminary education, your university proves a beacon of wisdom, and it is from you that Miss Derea must gird herself with the understanding to serve her community, so that her community may serve Arceus.

Please consider this a formal letter of recommendation, declaring my goodwill and hope that Miss Derea will be allowed to pursue a course of study at your institution.



Arceus Bless You,

Laurel

Jason stood staring at the steps leading to Ferrite Regional University. His mind recalling to a few years back when he was going through the Admission process for Celedon University. But today would be different, he wasn't that same person. 'I can't be that same person,' he reaffirmed in his mind. A nuzzle from Star was all he needed to know he wasn't that same person. He would be different, for her.

Jason smiled sweetly to his closest friend, a small white Pixelball in his hand. Expanding it he said to her, "I know you like being out with me. But for now I need you to stay in here. I'll leave it expanded for you if you like." A reaffirming yip was all the confirmation he needed. A red beam emitted from the ball and Star was gone, back into her temporary shelter.

Jason proceeded up the steps entering the University proper. A young man was sitting at the desk, a Galaran Mr. Mime helping him sort through a stack of admission papers. A keen eye would notice that more often than not, the partner Pixelmon would be manipulating nothing but air. Jason spoke, a bit softly, "Is this where I can get admission paperwork?" The young man, Timothy by his name tag, just nodded the Mr. Mime handing Jason a nonexistent stack of papers. Jason smiled and took them from the Mr. Mime, who also had a name tag with the name Timothy. The human Timothy then presented him with stack of papers before saying dryly, "Return these with proper Trainer ID. If you can get it in before my shift ends I can add it to the stack I'm working on for processing today." Jason took the papers thanking the man heading back to his room at the Pixelmon Center to fill the paperwork out.

Jason returned later that afternoon rushing as quickly as he could hoping to catch the Timothies before they left. Luck was on his side as he rushed into the entrance hall, Star hot on his heels. Rushing to the desk he placed the paperwork and his ID on the counter, with perhaps a bit more force than intended. The Timothies looked to him the Pixelmon smiling sheepishly, the human blank face, "Just in time. Let me just confirm everything here." Human Timothy then handed the ID and paperwork to Pixelmon Timothy. Who rifled through the paperwork, and then handed the ID back to Jason. "You'll get a notice at your listed mailing address if you are accepted," human Timothy said taking the paperwork back from his Pixelmon. Adding it to the almost non-existent stack he had before.