Callan speared the last of the tent poles to the ground, with a little bit of help from his newfound partner Heracross. There is lighting, adequate room, and a couple of chairs outside. Usually Callan disliked night shifts, but this one was more than fine. The entire forest had been decked in a thing sparkling dust of gold, it was quiet, save for the chirping of Ledian getting it on. And he and Lars had been stationed somewhere near a protected breeding ground.

Callan had set up a camp for them, since it was going to be a late night shift, they may as well have as much comfort as one could afford: a couple of camping chairs, a decent box box of late night snacks: crisps, cookies, instant cup noodles, a tankard of piping hot water for tea, coffee and food. The camp itself was illuminated by chargeable batteries, though not overtly bright as to disturb the local environment. Usually there were going to be predators around this time of the year for breeding as it was inevitable, but they'd only really need step in if there was something problematic occurring.

Hopefully, it'd remain peaceful.

Callan rested himself on the chair, staring into the endlessly tall trees, as flecks of glowing dust floated in the air around him. He tried not to think about the fact that it was technically Ledian spunk he was seeing. "Remember our first mission with the Crystablooms?" He asked, "Hard to believe it's been just a few months, feel like I've been doing rangering forever."

Laurence Anderson | sparkling spawning