Bakinaage

Naaniimi picked her way cautiously through the Overgrowth, watching and listening for nearby pokemon activity. So far, everything had seemed relatively normal. Unfamiliar, but not overly mythical-looking. The plants in Demetrah were distractingly green and shiny, and she wished she'd looked into which ones were edible before heading out. Unfortunately, she'd have to just leave them alone, regardless of how tasty some of those leaves looked. Something hidden in the dense vegetation was disturbed by her approach, and ran away screaming. She was too startled to get much of a look at whatever it was, but it wasn't very big, and its cries seemed familiar. She took a moment to calm herself, and decided to look in a different direction, so the poor thing wouldn't think it was being chased. There was a convenient opening in the vines nearby, and she ducked on in. Under the vines, there was a pleasantly planty smell, but she quickly realized this was more of a shelter than a path. A closer