@tactful-kind-daedra from here
It was Daedra, Captain Cyllene, a Security Corps member and two Survey Corps members that stood on the grassy hill, looking outward. Across the rolling fields, nested at the barrier of a rising treeline, was a space-time distortion that Cyllene had become familiar with the tells of... but this one was different. Larger than she'd seen before; and she couldn't be sure what Daedra might've seen in her years here, but she wanted to bet that it was larger than anything she'd seen, too.
And they were close. The nervous sensation in the skin they'd felt when they pressed on must've been the early warning signs of such an occurrence about to happen, but because Cyllene rarely left her post in Jubilife she'd not given the thing its proper berth.
The distortion was still spiralling-out from its centre point, slowing as it reached its maximum size but delivering with it the silhouettes of creatures Cyllene could not recognise.
Before moving, or even responding to Daedra's rationality, Cyllene cast her eyes to the far-off image of Mount Coronet. She squinted, attempting to focus on the spiraling rift above its peak, and it was uncertain if she found what she was looking for with the way she clicked her teeth in disdain.
"That is our only safe path through the forest. We will have to go around, or go through..."
The Galaxy Expedition team members who so far had done well keeping their nerve balked at the Captain's suggestion.
"Captain Cyllene! We couldn't possibly go through! And with the distortion here, it's likely the native Pokémon surrounding it will be agitated as well!"
She didn't respond, placing her fingers against her chin thoughtfully. The Security Corps member, hoping to get across the Survey Corps member's message, politely spoke up:
"Perhaps we should call the mission off, Captain. We can call for the foreigner's help another day- it isn't worth risking your safety."
Cyllene did cast a glance his way, eventually offering him some solace in the form of a small nod to show he heard him. Instead of heeding his advice, however, she looked to Daedra.
"I'd like to get through to the Crimson Mirelands before the end of the week. We have important negotiations to get through, as you know." And Adaman was rather adamant on speaking to one of the people in charge of the Galaxy team, rather than the countless messengers that'd been sent before.
"-- You've lived out here some time. Perhaps you can help us find our way through the forest efficiently."
It wasn't exactly a question, but a command. She gestured with an open hand in the direction they were meant to be going, too near the distortion for comfort, but stubbornly refusing to do anything else.
Inside the distortion was, what looked to be, deep purple-ish rocks shuffling about on orange-tipped limbs, and a craggy-looking dragon that scraped the bark off of trees just by rubbing its face against it... amongst others. Interesting.
