[attr="class","spiral"]Night has fallen at Meteor Falls, but Amalia has never known that to stop curious minds on site. While the moon hangs overhead, shining through a conspicuous hole in the roof of the cave, people toil down below. Its meager glow reflects off the rushing water but most of the cave is illuminated instead by large work lights.

Neither bother Amalia in the slightest, her eyes hidden behind a pair of red shades as she makes her way around the space.

Behind her, to her right and left, she's flanked by two of her pokemon. Canopus (Her Lunatone, who bobs along almost excitedly in the night air) and Antares (Her Solrock, who decidedly doesn't) both insisted on leaving their pokeballs practically the moment they entered the falls.

Some connection to the space, maybe, she thinks as she looks at the smaller craters that dot the interior.

"Pleidas, finding anything useful?" she asks the ground. At the sound of her name the Cleffa comes running from the shadows, two pieces of glittering stone in her hands.

"Bring those here, baby," Amalia demands gently, kneeling and holding a hand out. Pleidas obediently toddles over before dropping them in her palm. They're small shards . . . She throws a look over her shoulders and closes her hand around them.

Maybe she could just take them?