A Charizard Geisha

Delia shifted her gaze to the left.

Before her, was a charizard of all pokemon. Body painted chalk white, time had been taken to permanently apply a wig of black hair. Said wig was styled much in the way of that of a kimono girl. Speaking of which, a bright pink kimono decorated with flowers straddled their body, somehow giving the wings room to flap. Not that they look all that used in the first place. Finishing off the look, is a seat of gretas on her feet with the claws dulled off to prevent any accidents.

While she had never seen this pokemon before, something about them felt... familiar to Delia. Try as she might to put the pieces together and solve this strange, they refused to come together. So she went for plan B.

"Ash?" she whispered, watching the charizard take a step back. Their gaze shifted to the floor, a huff of all things following. Then it's back to Delia.

"Pearl." they mutter, watching as the tears roll down. A hug follows. She accepted the gesture.