Crossing paths with a gothorita, Adrian was wary of the pokemon purely on prejudice against psychich-types. A kadabra had once tried to do him in, and the melancholy disposition of this pokemon didn't give him much encouragement to catch it.

It seemed content to be left to its devices, ignoring the stranger as he passed, only offering a passing glance as he padded quietly away from it. Climbing further along the pass, he could hear the cries of pokemon on the wind, hopeful for what he might approach next on his latest twilight outing.

He kept a pokeball clenched tight in hand, also dreading the looming nightfall, knowing better than to assume the local pokemon would have an amiable temperament so as to welcome a trainer.

After reaching the next level of the terraced mountainside, Adrian came across a Ralts sorting through the snow, perhaps trying to find some hardy berries underneath the frost. When it noticed him it seemed to pause, but it didn't flee at his sight, however wary it might've been of the trainer.

Perhaps it was scoping him out, getting a feel for his intent, realizing he meant it next to no harm. At most a slight bruise from a pokeball. It might not have wanted to leave its life behind, however it was hungry and cold, starved of food and shelter.

It gave a weak cry as he readied a pokeball, lobbing it at the Ralts with an underhanded toss, landing squarely on its head in a burst of brilliant light. In the following moments he managed to capture it with relative ease. That was enough for one night of adventuring he concluded, turning around and heading back down the mountain.

With the premier ball he'd just used in hand, he released the pokemon, cradling it in one arm while he fished out something to nibble on with the other. Ralts seemed grateful with this turnout, its calculated surrender assuring its survival through the harsh winter that had gripped Hoenn.

"Let's get you somewhere warm," he spoke softly to the pokemon, feeling how frigid its figure was pressed up against his warm embrace.