Jermaine
Going around the island for a few with a whole wagon can get a fair bit tiring, so a break was needed every now and again.
So the Starwagon was for now, currently settled nearby the forest's waterfall! And it's owner? In swim trunks and enjoying the well-deserved break. Sure, there was a lake, but the privacy of the waterfall was more his vibe.
Currently, all his Pokemon was out to play and appreciate in the splishing and splashing.
Gholdengo was trying, as dared by Tinkaton, to surf up the waterfall. Now you'd think a being made mostly of gold would immediately sink, but it had a surfboard! So by Arceus was it going to try getting up there. Gargnacl sat next to the wagon to make sure no one tried to pick up and leave with it.

The star clad lad simply laid down and relaxed for now, next to Tinkaton in practically the same position... Excluding a hammer twice his size. Either way, his thoughts wandered, thinking about things... He wondered how his mother was... Was she angered, upset? Sad that he hasn't been in touch ever since? Well he was afraid to talk to her, thinking that she'd be ashamed of what he ended up being...

But of course, he wasn't even sure if she was even here to begin with! He knew well that she was strong, but it's not like he was going to run into her so suddenly, right?
Betty
Meria watched her son, obscured by the underbrush and shade provided by a sky of green crowns. Her world felt dark, covered in a shadowy expanse cultivated by her son's absence. Yet, her gaze remained sweet, blinded by a radiant hope that only a mother could see. There he was, her beloved boy, shining with such brilliance while she condemned herself to watch from the shade. Was there ever anger in her gaze? Perhaps at some point. Now, however, only bittersweet joy remained. Breaking through the shade, Meria's hand rose on its own. The tips of her fingers bathed in the sun's golden light, struggling to be free from the shadowy otherworld. Yet her hand removed itself from the light as if it felt shame at the golden touch of day. "I can't, Canela; he seems so happy," Meria said weakly, as if her words had dried in the bitter heat. In her company was Canela, a Gholdengo, whom she received from her son as a gift when they were just a lowly Gimmighoul. The golden creature solemnly shook their head, unable to accept their trainer's sorrow. After all, Canela believed themself to be proof of Thiago's love for his mother. In a similar sense, their training under Meria's watchful gaze proved her motherly love to be true.

Canela held in her hand a ceramic platter adorned with various star-shaped cookies. Each star carried the carefully crafted emblem of a Gimmighoul coin, lovingly etched onto its surface. The texture had been baked to perfection, sporting a golden brown hue rivaling any precious treasure. Meria had made them for her son, hoping that her treats would bridge the gap that had been forged so long ago. Yet the cookies did nothing to ease her woes. What good would a mother's baking do if her heart could not call her son to her anymore? Canela, gently holding the platter in one hand, gently brushed their trainer's palm. They nodded, firmly grasping Meria's hand as they slowly drew her to the light. There were Meria and Canela, basking in the sunlight, no longer obscured by shade or sorrow. "Mi tesoro, it's been so long," Meria said, her voice laced with tender gentility. She fought the urge to spill the full extent of her emotions. They remained within her bosom, circling her heart with a rhythmical bustle akin to dancing butterflies.
Jermaine
Thiago, overall, was vibing, reminiscing on the times he spent with his mother. Good memories, baking with his mother, learning to battle, going out of his way to explore ruins for the sake of getting her a Gimmighoul- May have took him all day to chase, but it was worth it! But now... It was somewhat bittersweet. Meanwhile, Dorado would continue the fruitless effort of surfing vertcally, before eventually falling over. For a moment after impacting the ground, they were a pile of coins, shortly afterwards reforming back to its iconic shape, dreadlocks and all.
Pastel couldn't help but laugh, falling over, but just as quickly getting up, but on Thiago. The lad oomphed, but chuckled and lifted up the pink gremlin, sitting up. Fortunately Tinkaton itself was relatively lightweight, the hammer being another story. He'd set her down to grab said hammer and wander some while he went to go make sure Dorado wasn't too banged up.
The Tinkaton walked a ton, although soon enough seeing a glimmer in the sunlight- Shiny metal, even! So, she carried her hammer with ease and rushed on over. Soon enough... Another Gholdengo? Pastel was very much distracted with the gold entity, she almost didn't take notice of their trainer!...Hey wait, she seems familiar... Eventually, it clicked. Excitedly enough, she'd give a brief hug onto Meria's leg, before rushing back over to Thiago, who was walking over to the wagon with one soaked Dorado by the time he'd hear that familiar voice- One that haunts his mind with such memories.

A bit of fear crossed his mind- Almost wanting to run, but... Y'know, folks would probably be confused by a lad running around the woods in swimwear, not to mention that he'd get lost in such a state. Then he remembered... He said that he would confront her, try to make ammends. But even if he wanted to, he couldn't exactly move, may as be frozen stiff with fear. Dorado, soon taking notice as welll, was in contrast excited, but felt their trainer's fear, although... It didn't feel like Meria was there to strangle him for leaving. So, they decided to lend a hand! By pushing him along towards Meria, Pastel joining along and pulling Thiago along! Before long, the son was in front of his mother, although looking down in a bit of shame.
"...M-...Mami..." He'd soon speak in a whispered voice. He was nervous. Yes, he very confidently promised to bridge the gap with his fellow Team Star members, but now that she was right there and in person... Well it was a bit like stage fright, truly.
Meanwhile, Dorado would head over to Canela, curiously. They kept quiet for now.
Clifford
Much time had passed since Meria's gaze filled itself with her son's image at such a close range. Her heart broke, for what she remembered of her boy had been transformed with age. Her baby boy had grown up, turned into what she considered a dashing lad. Then again, most mothers saw their sons as paragons of beauty, regardless of the objective truth. Nonetheless, her son now stood as a testament to how much of his life she had missed. The love of her life had cast her out and forced her to observe from afar like a passing ship observes the faint glow of a lighthouse. She thought of how tall her boy had grown. She thought of how experienced Dorado and Pastel looked. Her light, oh her beloved light, stood before her, and yet the aches and pains did not subside within the warmth of their reunion. No, her pain grew and rocked her heart to a point where she could only muster a faint smile. It was a peculiar grin, one characterized by the gentle gritting of teeth and the darting of eyes to avoid contact. It was a smile that carried much thought and deliberation yet failed to fulfill its most basic function. Meria wanted to ask many questions. Had he found a new love? Had he eaten properly? Did he miss her at all? Meria tried to speak, but no sound danced past her lips. Canela, tired of the silence, presented the platter of star cookies to Thiago and his band. Meria followed along, attempting to start a conversation. "I-I baked you some star cookies," Her voiced wavered as she meekly executed the signature Team Star salute.
Jermaine
Her voice- the light... Overall, upon seeing his mother perform the salute, along with her tone of voice, it made him realize, that all this time... He had been a fool- A complete...🐴...Big jerk!
The star cookies- The other Gholdengo, her in general. He truly has missed his mother, but had assumed- seeing her come in to see him, that she was angered with him, wanting to drag him back home, away from the friends he had made. He had not realized that he was the one who created such a divide between mother and son. Overall?...He felt as if he needed to make up for it, for all the time he had missed out on with Meria.
He had tried, but his love life hasn't progressed very far, he was a healthy boy, about average... He missed her- As if a void lingered in his heart. He tried to say something in return, but couldn't exactly find the words.
Dorado would soon decide to urge Thiago on before the silence grew too awkward, patting the lad on the back. The boy would decide to go ahead and walk forth, and reach his hands out, mainly to gently grasp his mother's hands, looking her in the eyes. "...M-...Mama... I'm sorry... I should've... I should've said something to you- I should've come to you, instead of..." It was what he spoke. On one hand, he regretted essentially leaving behind his mother, but on the other- It was probably the best route of things? He made some good friends, starting up a bit of a business, and even made a good chunk of a strong team! Dorado and Pastel was proof enough at that!...But now? He wanted to make ammends, reform the bond that he and his dearest mother have had, and hopefully still do.
Meanwhile, Pastel was reaching up to Canela to get a star cookie to munch on.
Clifford
Meria's heart fluttered bittersweetly at her son's affection. It had been so long since they held hands—long enough for it to be a distant memory relegated to childhood's musings. "Ay, mi amor..." Meria's voice traveled meekly, flowing like a gentle whisper. Her hands gently broke away and tenderly caressed Thiago's cheeks. She tried to peer into her son's eyes to let him know the extent of her own burdened feelings. Yet, tears began to cloud her vision as she gave in to the strength of her sadness. She couldn't keep up the act of motherly serenity anymore. Meria tried to speak, but the words remained stuck. "I failed you as a mother." Sniffles grew louder and her eyes narrowed as the overflow of tears completely overtook her. Bitter pain welled in her chest, swelling to a point where she let go of her motherly embrace. "You were so happy without me," She tried to wipe away the tears, "And even though you didn't want anything to do with me... I was still so proud of you." Her voice fell to a barely audible whisper. Meria had never been upset with her son. No, she just wanted to be a part of his life and see firsthand all the things she was proud of.