The ropes were rubbing Crystal's skin raw.

Honestly, that should have been the very least of her concerns, but if she moved even in the slightest, something burned against her. The fresh, salty sea air didn't help by stinging her as the net lifted her from the ocean. The morning sun dared to shine down on her misfortune, and though she was still wet, she could sense herself drying as soon as she was completely beyond the waves. The very air felt like it was singeing her.

The net was slowly lifting, spitting seawater. The fish trapped within its bounds squirmed, eager and desperate to find a way back to the water. Crystal felt this frantic need as well, but she had no such chance for escape. She knew without a doubt that she had been caught by pirates. She was trapped and very exposed; somewhere in the confusion of getting captured, the wrap covering her upper body had slipped off, leaving her completely naked. She tried to cover herself as best as she could, anxiously wondering how in all the seas she was supposed to get out, when voice shot out like cannons overhead. The net's incline halted abruptly, jarring her. She hung in the air, heart racing. A rope dropped down beside her.

Startlingly fast, a man slid down the rope. Crystal worried for a fraction of a moment that he would slip right off, into the hungry ocean, but he stopped just in the nick of time. He turned his attention to the catch, pulling away a good amount of rope and staring. He started with the realization that they had caught a human girl who had been drifting somewhere in the treacherous waves and got in the way of the fishing net—why were pirates fishing anyways? Lack of ships to pillage? Competition?

The man before her looked enough like a pirate. He was built lean and muscular, with tousled raven hair, but he was still rather young. He seemed to be a seafaring man, as he was so at ease with the deadly waters directly below him. Though he was not filthy, his clothes were ragged. He wore a jacket—for even though the weather was warming, the air out at sea was always chiller—that even looked as if it had been slashed in the coattails. The pirate was gawking at her just as much; their shocked expressions were like mirrors.

A shout from above rained down. "Everything alright down there?"

"We may have a few problems," the man called up. He glanced back and forth from the deck high above to Crystal in the net. Hesitantly, he told her, "Stay here," and began climbing back up the rope, slower this time.

Crystal had plenty of time to register what was going on, yet no way to react. She was absolutely stuck.

After a few minutes of hearing bickering voices on the deck, a rope ladder unfurled and rolled down the side of the ship. The raven-haired pirate returned, clambering down easily, lithe as a feline. Not wasting any time, the man drew a dagger from his belt. Any coherent thoughts Crystal had been having were consumed by the alarming fact that the pirate was armed.

He reached out and, with one hand, slashed the net open. Fish spilled out, but Crystal was secure as ever. She yearned to dive back into the ocean with them. Unfortunately for her, the pirate was between her and the sweet, shimmering salvation of the sea.

The pirate was swift and completely sure of himself. Without a word, he sheathed his weapon, tugged off his coat, gave her the garment through the gap in the net, and averted his eyes. All of this while making sure he was still clinging to the rope ladder.

Crystal gratefully wrapped the coat around herself. Now she was unsure of the pirate's motives; he seemed to be helping her, but she was not naturally trusting. Nevertheless, she decided that he was not trying to harm her. At the moment.

Once she was covered, he turned back to her and said, "Now how in the hell did you get out here? We're in the middle of the bloody sea." She wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't seem to be looking for an answer anyways. Instead, he hooked his feet in the ropes and held out his hands to her. She hesitated, staring at them as if his touch alone was toxic. "Come on, then," he urged her. Finally, she reached forth and grasped his hands. They were warm, calloused, and careful. He transferred her hands to the rough rope of the ladder and asked, "Can you climb, girl?"

Crystal felt her face flush. She couldn't have been much younger than him. She nodded; she was strong, that was certain, but she'd never climbed a rope before. She hesitated, glancing down one final time at the sea. She couldn't just dive back down, however much she wanted to. She would have to face her fate.

She swung herself onto the rope from the net, shaky and dependent on the pirate catching her. He laughed when the ladder swayed from the impact of her leap, but it was only making her stomach turn.

"I'll go up first," the pirate explained. "Be careful following after." He began climbing, agile as an ape but still shaking the rope. Still, since it was a ladder, Crystal hardly had any trouble heaving herself up after him. Her hands were scorched by the time they reached the deck of the ship, but she had made it to the top. The pirate jumped aboard, then reached down and yanked Crystal up.

The ship was fine, sturdy, and large. She saw no signs of a jolly roger, but all suspicions were certainly not erased. Crewmen bustled about, not noticing her quite yet, but a new pirate with calculating grey eyes had been glowering at the raven pirate. Once he spotted Crystal, he reeled with shock.

The raven pirate scratched his head sheepishly. "So it seems we caught a girl."

The new man crossed his arms. His bright red hair was tied back in a tail, and his expression had turned decidedly grumpy. "You let the fish go, did you?"

"I didn't have much of a choice."

The red pirate groaned and tugged another of the crew aside. "You. Fetch the captain. We have a real headache on our hands." He didn't seem to mind that Crystal, the headache in question, was right before him, and turned to her, unperturbed. "So what happened, eh? You got lost out here, miss?" His voice was full of doubt, but she saw in his eyes that he was truly astonished by her. How, if not for getting lost, had she managed to end up in the middle of the ocean? How, if she got lost, did she manage to get out there in the first place?

Crystal couldn't find her voice. This man was so sharp and callous. She could only imagine what the captain would be like. The words on her tongue dried up like salt water in the searing sun. She had no time to speak them before they were gone. The wooden ground swayed, unsteady beneath her.

The red pirate sighed in exasperation when the silence stretched out too long. "I have absolutely no doubts that this will only continue to get stranger."

A door opened, and a very tall man stepped onto the deck. Crystal felt herself shrink back. This was undoubtedly the captain. He was unusually young, with spiking black hair untamed even by his hat, and his eyes were an intense red. They were like every ruby or garnet imaginable, but also like blood. He was striking, yet dangerous. Though she spotted quite a few mates older than him on the ship, he clearly held the highest authority and great respect.

He walked over, his strides wide, and blinked at the raven pirate. "Well. Made a new friend, have we?"

"Captain." The raven pirate gulped. "We caught this girl in the fishing net. I brought her up, but I had to let the fish go."

"The captain nodded. "Better that than the other way around. Lucky thing we found her, or she'd really be sleeping with the fishes." He chuckled at his own joke. The red pirate rolled his eyes, as if this happened all too often. He offered Crystal a smile. She stared back, appalled at how good-natured he was. "So, what's your story, lass?" he asked inevitably. "How'd you get all the way out here?"

Crystal held her silence. It had worked thus far. Plus, she figured that even if she could pipe up, she would not know what to say. The captain raised an eyebrow at her. "No? Alright. Well, it looks as though you'll be stuck aboard until we port again; then you'll have to collect your bearings. Don't worry, for if we keep moving steadily, we'll dock again quite soon. You're quite lucky, considering we just finished a raid."

The captain turned and barked, "Raise the anchors! Let's get this ship moving!" His command was firm, but not harsh. He seemed to be shouting at no one in particular, and yet men still followed orders. Crystal supposed as far as vicious pirate ships went, she could have done worse.

The ship began moving. Crystal could hear the clank as the anchors were raised, and the sound of the vessel slicing across the sea, no longer held back. The uncertain terrain beneath Crystal unbalanced her, and she wobbled where she stood. She managed to pitch forward, so that she would not take a hard fall back into the water, but suddenly even that seemed preferable to being on the swaying ship. The raven pirate clutched her and steadied her before she could stumble even more.

"Whoa, there," he exclaimed with a grin, "someone's not yet got her sea legs."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" the red pirate asked, practically emitting disdain.

"I think this is a fine twist in our stories, yes," the raven pirate countered. "Loosen up, Silver. Life's not all coins and strategy and perfect plots. It sends some surprises as well."

Crystal could hardly pay attention to what they were saying. Nausea rolled over her like a wave. She barely heard the raven pirate remark, "Lassie, you don't look too well," before she fell forward again, this time plunging into darkness.

When Crystal woke next, she felt dizzy and sick as ever. Trying to lift her head only made it worse, so she sunk back into the pillow she laid on and opened her eyes. She was in a room below deck, resting on a bed, probably in a room meant for a crew member. The furnishing was slight and simple. A new pirate with matching golden hair and eyes was wringing out a cloth over a pail of water. He brightened when he saw her awake and set the cool cloth on her forehead.

"Don't fret," he started at Crystal's feverish expression, "this ship may seem dreadful, but no harm shall come to you here. This is the closest we have to a sickbay, and I'm closest we have to a medic. The sickness will pass, lassie." He smiled reassuringly. His features were soft. Against her better judgment and in her ill state, Crystal found herself trusting him, just a little.

Crystal felt fabric against her skin and looked down to find she was wearing a simple, white cotton nightdress. She loathed the idea of anyone seeing her indecent body, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

The flaxen pirate caught her gaze. "That dress belongs to the captain's wife," he explained. "Women aren't permitted on board this ship, as is tradition, so it's a lucky thing we had that." He began to say something else, but Crystal could no longer focus. She didn't even have a clear thought before she spiraled back into unconsciousness.

It took days for Crystal to regain her health and become used to the dreadful rocking of the ship, but she didn't know how many. All she knew was that it was the flaxen pirate who kept returning, and no one else. Not anyone frightening or with ill intent. Not even the raven pirate who saved her.

When she was finally able to sit, stand, and even walk around without trouble, she felt like she was ready to take on the world. The flaxen pirate was just as pleased. Having soon discovered that Crystal wasn't going to start speaking anytime soon, he brought any scraps of parchment he could scavenge and a stray quill from the navigator's office. Crystal wanted to use as much of it as possible, not wasting any space, and decided to speak simply, lest she confuse someone. Not all were as privileged as she to have learned grammar so well.

She took up the quill. There were so many questions she had about the ship, but the first thing she wrote was just one word: Names?

The flaxen pirate gazed at this in mild surprise. "Names? As in, names of the men aboard?" Crystal nodded. "Oh. I completely forgot to tell you! My name is Yellow. I shan't rattle off everyone's name, because I hardly think you'll remember, but the captain's name is Red, should you ever need to speak with him."

Unable to help her curiosity, Crystal wrote, Who is the man who saved me?

"Oh, I believe that was Gold. At least, he was the one who carried you in here."

Gold. Just by hearing the name, Crystal knew it was the right one. It matched those amber eyes of his to a tee.

"What's your name?" Yellow asked. "If you don't mind my asking.

Crystal, she wrote carefully.

"How lovely," Yellow said, flashing a smile. "Well, why don't we walk about the ship? I can't stay with you for too long, regrettably, but I can see about finding you a tour guide."

The thought of encountering pirates again made Crystal's stomach bubble with nerves, but the fresh air upon the deck was marvelous. It filled her lungs and lifted her spirits immediately. She hadn't realised how much she had missed the salty sea air.

The early-morning sun was beaming bright as she and Yellow emerged. The men of the crew were busy at work, running the ship. They tugged on sails and hauled barrels, and did plenty of things Crystal couldn't keep track of nor understand. She found that the red pirate—Silver, was his name?—wasn't there, but her bright-eyed saviour dropped the ropes he carried into another man's arms when he spotted her, and rushed right over.

"Why, you're looking better!" he grinned at her and turned to Yellow. "Is she feeling well?"

"I hope so," Yellow replied, smiling. The two of them seemed quite familiar with one another.

Crystal, on the other hand, was not nearly as comfortable. Now that her mind was not clouded by panic or seasickness, she could see the mischievous glint in Gold's eyes. And, well, he had seen her when she was so exposed, and he was a pirate. Now at least she was wearing proper clothing—another dress belonging to the captain's wife. She should have known better than to hope for her saviour to be someone kind and dashing.

"She doesn't seem fond of conversation, though," Yellow added good-naturedly.

"Is she mute?" Gold asked bluntly. Crystal felt herself bristle.

"She hears fine, but she doesn't speak," Yellow explained quickly, careful not to further offend Crystal. "So instead, I've had her write. Her name is Crystal." He hesitated before he asked, "Actually, would you mind showing her the ship? I've got some things I have to take care of, and she still doesn't know her way around, and if she's to be here until we next port, she'll need to know where to go…"

To Crystal's utter dismay, Gold agreed and Yellow skittered off. As she passed, a young boy popped out from below deck and tried to help the crewmen with their work. They humoured him by giving him small tasks. Crystal was struck not only by the fact that a child was on this pirate ship, but also because he looked a lot like Gold with his tousled black hair and bright, golden eyes. She was going to inquire after him, but Gold had already begun leading her around. He showed her the way to the scullery, the quarters, the offices, and even the lower level of storage. All the while, she badgered him with questions on her papers.

Why are you pirates fishing? she scribbled out at one point when she saw some nets in need of repair lying around below deck.

"Pirates!" Gold boomed. "Pirates pillage and attack other ships. No, lassie, we may be smugglers and thieves, but we aren't no pirates. Captain's got a strict code of honour here on this ship. We've all seen some bad things in our days, and we'd like to keep that trouble away from our jobs."

That meant she definitely had to reevaluate her thoughts about the ship, but it made sense that they weren't pirates; after all, they'd been quite nice to her. Still, why do you fish? she asked.

"Well, fishing is a good market. It's our cover story. As far as port guards know, we are fishermen. Little do they know we've been stealing and smuggling for years. And anyways, we have a few good customers; we sell the fish that we do catch cheap. Our best buyer is a bloke called Diamond who runs a restaurant with his wife, Platinum, in OlivineCity. Maybe once we're docked we could take you there, assuming you don't take flight immediately. Then again, you don't seem to be one willing to share your own identity, much less take an eatery recommendation from one who you thought was a pirate."

Instead of answering, Crystal scrawled out, You're strange. I would have thought that if a man found a naked woman in his net, he would take advantage of her vulnerability rather than cover her up in his coat. This was a test, cloaked behind her own curiosity. Why were the men of this ship being so kind to her?

"And you should keep those thoughts," Gold advised her. "All seafaring men are cruel in some way or another, and especially with women." Their tour had already looped around, and they'd returned to the deck.

Even your captain? Crystal wrote. She couldn't imagine him being cruel to a butterfly.

Gold grunted. "Especially the captain. He stole away my own sister, poor girl."

Crystal's eyebrows shot up in surprise. You have a sister?

"Aye." He pointed to the little boy running about, his tiny look-alike. "That's the captain's son, Orange. He's a real pain in the arse, but he's my nephew and he lightens the mood around here."

Crystal nodded, not mentioning that she had thought Orange was his son.

And what about you? Are you a bad man?

She expected a grin and a witty response, but his expression darkened. "Yes. I am."

But within a moment he was back to himself, as if that flicker of gloom had never even happened. "And that's exactly why you shouldn't be so easily trusting, even with pretty faces like my own." She rolled her eyes, but couldn't shake the image of his expression.

He dropped the subject and called over to the little boy. "Orange! Get over here, you scallywag!"

The little boy scampered over, eager to please his uncle, it seemed. Crystal figured he got his fiery heart from hanging around on such a ship. It seemed like a rotten childhood to her, but Orange's bright smile told otherwise.

"This is Crystal," Gold said. "She doesn't talk much, but we're to be nice to her until we dock next, so no mischief."

Orange nodded, firmly and seriously. "Mama says to always be polite to a lady."

Gold ruffled his hair. "Ah, Orange, you'll probably grow to be a greater man than all of us." He winked at Crystal.

It didn't take long for Crystal to become accustomed to the way things worked on the ship; when meals were served, when she should help out, when she should sleep and rise. She helped Yellow when the men stepped on stray nails or tripped over crates or fell from great heights and became injured. She spotted the captain many more times, since he and Yellow talked an awful lot. She even braved the navigation office and discovered that the redheaded pirate, Silver, was not nearly as mean as he looked. He was just critical, that was all, which made him a very good navigator (and Crystal found he had a soft spot for young ladies with big eyes, ever since he married a dotty girl called Lyra.)

On her first nights up and around, she searched for ways to get past the men who still sailed even when the moon was out. All she had to do was sneak round them to get to the sea. Then, she could escape. Each night, she grew closer to finding a good time and place to initiate her plan, but each night, she hesitated just a bit more. She was becoming fond of sailing. Was it really too awful to stay until they docked? Then she could leave and never think of this ship or anyone on it again. She could head back to her home and disappear. She could tell everyone about this strange tale, and she wouldn't get in trouble, for it would all be over by then. She would sing again, and laugh with her friends…

Her thoughts turned Blue, and how much she missed her. When would she find her way back home? Blue had always wanted her to go on an adventure, but did she ever expect Crystal to be entangled in something like this?

But Blue would probably just ogle at the pretty sailor-boys, only liking them more for their thievery. She would toy with them and explore this funny ship. She would poke around in the storage crates and pester all the members of the crew.

And then Blue would kill them.

A knock on the door saved Crystal from her circling thoughts. She opened it to Yellow, who bustled right into the room Crystal was using as her chamber, having found more clothes from the captain's wife somewhere down in storage. It was helpful that the wife had dresses stored on board, but not everything fit Crystal. The captain's wife must have been an awfully small lady, which would make her and tall Red such an interesting pair. When she thought about it, Gold was fairly large as well. Just tall enough that Crystal had to look up a little to look into those eyes of his—not that she really looked at his eyes a lot, in fact, she spent a good amount of time not looking at them…

Oh, if only Blue were around now. She'd have a grand laugh when she discovered how worked up Crystal was getting over a funny, grinning man like Gold.

"Is something wrong, Crystal?" Yellow asked, snapping her from her thoughts. "Your expression looks a bit…lost. You've seemed happier these past few days, more content or at least resigned to your fate, but now…" He trailed off. "Well, is there something you want to talk about?"

For just a split second, Crystal considered grabbing a blank piece of parchment and telling Yellow everything. If there was one person she trusted on this ship, it was Yellow. But instead, she just took a scrap and wrote, I shouldn't say anything. It will change how you think of me.

"I'll trade you, then. A secret for a secret?" Before Crystal could answer, Yellow removed his cap—er, well, her cap—to reveal a long, golden blonde ponytail. Crystal suddenly understood why his—her—features were so soft, why she was so darn short, and why her voice was so high and sweet, like bells. Yellow hadn't really seemed too different from the rest of the men, other than her stature, but now that Crystal saw one piece of her femininity, the whole image shattered.

"The other men don't know," Yellow said, a bit sadly. "After all, I'm hardly strong enough to hold my own on these rough seas as a man, but if they found out I was a woman, I wouldn't stand a chance. I would be treated differently, and I probably couldn't keep my job. I've only ever heard of a few women sailing with men, and I'm not anything like them. I've just been dying to tell you, though, almost since we first fished you up."

Does the captain know? Crystal wrote, shocked.

Yellow raised her eyebrows. "I should hope so, since he married me." She lifted her hand, where Crystal had never noticed she wore a golden wedding band.

You're his wife?

Yellow nodded. "Yes. Red's wife, Orange's mother, Gold's sister. I brave these seas for them. I don't want to be left behind. Besides, I don't mind sailing, and the men could use someone to keep them in line and patch them up when they bruise themselves acting foolish." Almost as if on cue, a clatter broke out above. Yellow glanced at Crystal worriedly. "And perhaps they'll need that help right now." She tucked her hair back into her cap with surprising speed and hopped to her feet.

Crystal followed her to the deck to find it in something in a state of chaos. Crystal found herself at Gold's side instantly, as if pulled there by a magnet. He seemed hardly to have a problem with this.

Red emerged from below in a flurry. "What in all the seas is going on?"

"Captain!" called a man from the crow's nest. "There's a ship in sight!"

Red was moving about, barking orders at the men instantly. "Can you see the flag?" He shouted up at the man in the crow's nest, all business.

"Yes…it's Green's."

Red let loose a string of very colourful words, a few which Crystal did not even recognise they were so foul. She looked to Gold, not even bothering to voice her question.

Frustrated, Gold let out a huffing breath. "Green is one of the worst pirates out there. He's not a putrid swine, but rather a ruthless man. He and Red grew up together, and when they both took to the seas, they disagreed. They'd grown up rough. They wanted to be heroes from stories—to take from the rich and give to the poor. But Green agreed with pirates. He would attack other ships, rather than just plucking things from them. The two argued, and, well, we have trouble with them whenever they get close. Green's men are always itching for a fight, lusting for blood. Even his beast of a sister."

This time, Crystal had to scrawl out, There's a woman on that ship?

"Yes. Sapphire's a real brute, though. Don't let her pretty eyes fool you, or it'll bite you in the back. Literally. She's got quite the fangs." His expression darkened. "But though Red still feuds with his old enemy, some of the men aboard our ship believe there are greater threats out there. There are certain men plotting certain things, and though we don't yet know what's going on, I'm sure it just means a storm is brewing."

Red was preparing his men for the oncoming threat when he whirled around to look at his wife. "Yellow, I think you should go below deck. We'll need you safe for when the men are injured."

The other members of the crew probably would have found this perfectly rational, even not knowing that she was a woman, but few actually had a chance to listen. Crystal, on the other hand, couldn't help but eavesdrop.

Yellow had stiffened. "Each time something of this sort happens, that's what you say. You think that I can't defend myself just because I'm—just because I'm not as strong as you!" Just because I'm a woman, was what she meant.

"I'm saying this because I'm trying to protect you," Red countered. Crystal couldn't see Orange anywhere, and figured he was already hidden away, likely just as angry at missing out on the fight. Red glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and stepped just a bit closer to Yellow. "Please," he said, softer this time, "just do this for me."

Crystal would have liked to defend Yellow, but Red had a point. Yellow was an easy target, and he didn't want her getting hurt. Plus, if he and Green had known each other for so long, there was a chance that Green knew about Yellow and would use her to get to Red. So, she nodded and trouped back below deck.

Faster than she thought any ship could go, Green's ship pulled up against theirs. Gold had drifted from her side and was watching as the imposing vessel cut through the twilit waves towards their ship. The dusk had turned the sky into a heavy purple, but Crystal saw still something flicker beneath the waves, and her heart nearly stopped. Hoping beyond hope that it was just a trick of the light, she moved closer to the edge of the ship to get a better view. Her stomach sank to her feet when she saw the flash of scales again, that distinguished, defensive twirling beneath the surface that could only mean one thing.

Green's ship was protected.

Crystal cursed all the seas and wondered who could be so impossibly foolish as to protect his ship? She took back the thought, though, when she wondered how she looked, standing on Red's craft as they hastily prepared for battle.

She had to sort things out before they took a turn for the worse.

Carefully, she slipped from view and circled around the deck to the back of the ship, where she could not be seen. Then, without faltering, she dove straight into the inky sea.

Spiraling away quickly, it was all she could do to not be hit by either ship beneath the water. With Green's drawing so near, she would have to be fast and strategic about her movements. Under the water, in her own element and feeling more balanced than she had for the past week, she circled around Green's massive boat until she could see something pale flitting about.

Crystal darted towards it, relishing the feeling of the cool water against her skin. The dress felt foreign against her in the water, but it didn't do too much to slow her movements. She cut easily through the ocean. Whoever was guarding the ship was trying to evade her, moving farther from both boats. They had a nasty surprise coming, though, when Crystal shot through the water like a bullet and grabbed onto their pale flesh, tugging them to the surface.

She heard a gasp, and when she opened her eyes, she saw light hair and shifting eyes that she knew at once. "Lady!" the girl shrieked in horror. Crystal didn't know who was more distressed; her or the girl.

"Get away, fast," Crystal ordered. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm sorting this out." She didn't want the girl to be in any sort of trouble, but they had both gotten themselves into particularly sticky situations.

Not waiting to see where the girl went, Crystal headed back to Red's boat. So the girl was only guarding the ship, fine. But Crystal had to stop the feud between the two ships before it turned nasty, so that she could just get a grip and understand what was going on.

She had just neared the back of the ship again, where she took her dive, when the ropes came around her again. She felt that same panic, the same terror and longing to be free that it took her a few moments to look up to the top of the ship. The back of the vessel was empty—she didn't know who started it, or what words ignited it, but a battle had indeed broken out between the two ships and everyone was too busy fighting it to be back there—except for one man, who was hauling her up in a fishing net.

Gold.

She the time she was pulled to the top of the ship, she could feel legs again, feel her voice sliding from her throat, but it was too late. Gold had already seen her for the monster that she was.

A/N: So, this was the story I was going to write last year, but I got distracted and it grew into this huge strange monster, and so it'll probably be a couple more chapters that I will post when my eyes don't hurt so much. Not a super long story, but definitely longer than this.

Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY VY! I sort-of referenced Beneath the Sea of My Heart with this whole pirate-setting, but I added a little myth an magic too, which will show up in the next chapter. I really didn't mean for this to be so long, but it just grew and grew and I could probably make this into a whole novel, but I don't really have the patience for that XD Anyways, I wrote this mostly so that we can dress Gold up like a pirate again, as we love to put him in funny situations and whatnot (Gold as a wizard, as a Guardian, as a kitsune *w*) And, of course, ORANGE, your fabulous OC that I occasionally snatch. But I digress. I hope you have a WONDERFUL birthday! I have so much fun talking to you and ranting about Pokespe and you're such a great friend so have a great day :D

And to everyone, rant over, thank you for reading! I'll post more very soon, I promise. But you should go wish the birthday girl (Pokeluv101) a happy day!
-Silvia

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