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Nata had wanted to at least provide Altra some company. Every so often, he and Alma would snatch snacks from the supply team's food stall, since it seemed their new friend was too hesitant to grab them himself. But often times, Nata found himself pulled away from the person he was curious about, either by survey meetings, or helping around the camp.

The weather was dull and hazy for the three days that passed. Life in the Eastlands seemed relatively uneventful, until all too suddenly, the sandstorms rolled in, and lightning and thunder and chaos all but followed. The once drab, earthy browns and beiges were replaced by a dark blue sky so pitch that it made the plains seem like nighttime in broad daylight. In the base camp, people were scrambling to cover up fragile items and supplies that had been exposed to the surprise inclemency.

Under Avis Unit's tent, Nata stood close to Alma and Gemma, squinting past the buffeting winds that threatened to blind him with sand. "I hope the village is okay . . ." He winced to his companions.

"I don't understand. After sealing away Zoh Shia, the Dragontorch should have returned to normal," Alma would murmur softly. "It seems much too early for the Sandtide to arrive . . ."

Little did they know, things were only going to get worse.

(Art by @splicedskies )

He lies on the floor a lot. That's it that's the headcanon. Calls it floor time & he uses it to decompress!! Works especially well with his Pokémon laying on his back for extra pressure, kinda like a floor sandwich in a way.

"THESE LOOK GOOD! SAGA, C'MERE!" Knelt at the tickling branches of a berry bush, the youth plucks a few pecha berries from their stems. In the weeks she had spent since she'd gotten stuck in this world, Mari had begun to develop a keen eye for the edible wild berries of this area under Saga's tutelage. Thankfully, it wasn't as if Mari didn't already have a talent for foraging—given her place of origin, it only made sense that she'd developed a skill for making use of the wilderness' natural bounty.

As she rises to her feet again, Mari turns towards the insightful lucario, who had been approaching from behind. She offers the berries in her palm for inspection. "What do you think?"

'They're ripe. We'll only need one. You can store the rest for later. Leave the others to ripen, we don't want to take too much.' Saga instructs with a small nod.

"Got it." Carefully with her fingers, Mari breaks off a piece of the fruit and makes her way to their little camp nearby. You see, her confident little gible had gotten in a scuffle with a venipede. While Kip had a natural advantage, being part ground-type, it didn't save him from his foe's nasty poison point.

Thankfully, finding an antidote was easy. Now she just had to get him to take it. But, as the duo made their way back to their little camp, Saga suddenly freezes promptly.

'Mari.' She calls the girl's name, just as Mari stops a few strides ahead. The rider pauses in her step, and turns back towards her companion. "Saga?"

'Scolipede. In the treeline.'

"That sounds like fun, not gonna lie. How long do Champions normally last?"

“I mean, it depends on how long ya can keep the title. It don’t look like we’re gonna have any challengers to the league title this year, so I ain’t worried about losing… I think Satoshi was champ for four or five years, maybe? And, uh, my girlfriends dad has been champion like eighty seven years or something like that.”

♪Doot Doot dot. Just a Tapu singing a merry tune♪ Koko didn't know why everyone was singing to Kahuna Hala's songs all of a sudden, but hey it was a catchy tune to sing to. Maybe he could convince Hala to release some sort of music video. Something like that at least, he didn't know what was feasible, but he did want more people to hear Hala's voice.

However, just as Koko was about to sing some more he sensed something. It was a familiar feeling, like an amalgamation of a lot of things. Gasp, could it be Mewtwo or Silvally! Oh, Koko hasn't seen those two in so long! Without a second thought, Koko rushed to where he sensed the strange presence. However, when he got there, he didn't find either of the two Pokemon, but some random and weird-looking young man.

With its spiraling rivers and towering mountains, Sinnoh was quite different from the plains and valleys of Paldea. But of course, that did not the least deter Ignacio to keep using Zephyr as his singular mode of transportation during his stay in the old region.

If nothing else, the little practice he'd gotten riding through alpine terrain when coming back to his family in Blackthorn proved useful, the altitude of Mount Silver being only slightly lesser than that of Mount Coronet. As long as the pair remained low enough for the Dragon-type to handle the lower temperatures, they could go basically anywhere and nothing would be able to stop them.

At least, that's what he believed, but as Zephyr darted through a tunnel, he came to a sudden, completely unexpected halt, nearly throwing his trainer off his back.

Ignacio steered his companion a few steps back, asking him what was wrong. In response, as soon as the Cyclizar's front claws were back on the ground, he angled himself so the light on the headpiece of his harness would shine a literal light on the reason of his sudden halt.

There, kneeling right in the way of the tunnel's exit, was... some teenager, Ignacio could tell at a glance. But as for what they were doing, he did not have any idea. All that mattered was that they were in his way, and he rarely took kindly to that.

It's always some fucking kid, he would have mumbled out loud if he wasn't pretty certain his voice would echo.

He dismounted from Zephyr's back, slipped a treat from his jacket into his maw, and then went to confront whoever that weirdo was.

“Did something scare you? Don't worry, you're safe with me.”