There's a sudden shimmer of a light like dawn, and she bursts from a glowing golden ring in the air and lands neatly on the floor of the gazebo.

She's wearing dark robes of an style unfamiliar to this planet, embellished with nearly-invisible but incredibly intricate designs; when she moves there's the occasional glint of what might be jewels. 

She holds a shield and enormous spear of an unfamiliar metal, such a dark green that it looks black. 

She looks around her. 

There are four VERY SURPRISED women sitting around her! They were cuddling until a moment ago but now they are not!

One of them bolts for the exit, and is quickly followed by the other three. 

"Halt. I mean you no harm. Where am I?"

She has the voice of someone used to being listened to immediately. (She always used to hate it, but it's been so long now that it just happens.)

The group comes to a staggered halt a few meters away, some of its members in further orbits than others.

"She said she means us no harm -"

"She appeared out of fucking nowhere! She has a giant spear! Snap out of it!"

"All the more reason to stick around and see what's going on! This is big! Really big!"

"You two talk to her, I've already called Asterism, I have them on speed-dial."

The silver haired woman's demeanour shifts, becoming a bit more closed and noticeably more cold.

"So who are you and what the heck are you doing with a spear in the middle of the city?"

People do insist on being afraid of her. If you think about it, she is one of the least frightening people to meet for most people. But people do not tend to think about it. 

"I am Her Deliverance Beryllia the Most High Priestess of Sirenna. Well met. I am sorry for startling you." She's speaking very gently, by her standards. 

"It was revealed to us that there was a brief and narrow opening to a safe Far Realm of some unknown promise. I am here to find out why. To explore, to make diplomatic contact. To offer mutual assistance."

"The spear is a sacred weapon. If bearing arms is restricted in this city - I exceed all nobles. ...If it is still restricted somehow, I have diplomatic immunity."

(She can produce letters of safe conduct, signed by the Council of the Hand of Heaven, notably including her.)

"Sirenna? I don't know that name. Diplomatic immunity is a serious thing to claim though, this is definitely above our heads." 

"You don't think she's from Derim, do you?"

"She teleported, I think? And it didn't look like an Agejump. Then again I could be wrong."

"Is there really any reason why we shouldn't provisionally hear her out?"

"Asterism will be here pretty fast and then it won't be our problem anymore."

"Yeah, yeah. So, uh, lady -"

"Beryllia. Be more respectful, it costs nothing."

"In that case shouldn't it be Most High?"

"You could, you know, ask her."

"Regardless. Uh, Most High, we're not important people, we're just four women out on a polycule date in a park. Uh, I'm Hex," she points to the blonde haired woman wearing a cloak with a pattern of sunflowers on it, "this is Heliantha," she points to the silver haired woman wearing matching silver-buckled boots beneath her cloak, "this is Hawk or maybe Sparrow, not sure which is in front at the moment," and then she points to the red-haired woman wearing an infinity scarf looped over itself against the night chill. "And this is I think Liandra." 

"We're all girlfriends, more or less."

"It's Sparrow at the moment. I've called Asterism - they're the people in charge of handling the out of the ordinary, both mundane emergencies and anything magical - and they'll be here momentarily. Since nothing is actively on fire probably they'll come by car or tram, so it'll be a few minutes. If you want a diplomat faster you could show your papers to my clamshell's camera?" She pulls a folding device about the size of a book from her pocket, and points it slightly away from Beryllia. 

Taking a closer look at the clamshell, it's a soft off-metallic pink and is made of a material Beryllia has never seen before. A small lens in the top right corner of the clamshell gleams softly, and a green light and an orange light glow from notches in its side. The green notch has a symbol that looks like a circle with a line through it, while the orange notch has a mark of an oval held in a dish. 

"In fact, it's 'Your Deliverance', but you are heathens and this is sufficiently unprecedented that we can dispense with it. 'Beryllia' is fine. And in fact all people are important people."

She will happily show documents to the... wizarding device? It's quite pretty. Not of a style she's seen before at all. 

How can they not be sure who is who like that? ...Possibly these just look like humans, some creatures are like that, different aspects inside. Interesting. 

"Sirenna is the Goddess of Freedom. The Lady of Liberty. What are your gods?"

It's probably best to get that one out of the way first. 

Simultaneously, Heliantha and Liandra answer.

"There aren't any."

"There's the Spark -"