Snail Sonnet, [ic; natalie // iso; ANYBUDDY]

[Soapie]

[I’m a little rusty...but here it goes!]

forget about the sunshine when it’s gone .

It was a catastrophe! She’d never seen her little snailly companion more down in the dumps. Though not many people knew it, (or could really tell for that matter) Natalie’s pet snail suffered from severe seasonal depression. Yes, it was becoming clear. He was much more sluggish and less motivated. He hardly ate his meals of leaves and snickerdoodles. It was quite a struggle to deal with this every winter, but Natalie loved her snail dearly - it was a sacrifice she was willing to make! She would not rest until she saw a smile on his face.
Or something.

It was Natalie Kendall’s first time in Saffron Island since... Well, a very long time. There were absolutely no familiar faces, which made Nat feel rather... Sad. And... alone. These emotions were a little bit obscure to the boisterous ginger; she didn’t experience sadness like most people did. The typically upbeat young lady was down in the dumps, right next to her snail. She nuzzled into her trusty yellow scarf and moped.

”I’m sorry, Phil! I don’t know what to do...” she cooed sadly. She gazed at him sadly as he perched on her shoulder with his head down low. ”Aw, don’t give me that look! I’m trying my best! I can’t find any of our friends.” she tried to explain the situation, but Phil was virtually unresponsive. He wasn’t in the mood to hear Nat’s blabbering today. She nibbled on her mitten, wracking her brain for a solution. It was cold - maybe everyone was hibernating! YES! That must be it! She perked up suddenly.

”I know, Phil! I’ll sing you a song. Maybe that’ll wake everybody up!” she chirped, swinging her guitar around from her back. She always kept it strapped on these days. You never know when you’ll need a pick-me-up song! Clearing her throat, she strummed the sweet strings on her guitar. Fighting against the cold, she removed her mittens and began to play.

Her voice was like silk in the slippery winter wind - low, peaceful, and full of emotional character. It was funny, really - it really contrasted her quirky speaking voice. But hey, everyone has a secret talent, right? She finger-picked a quaint, sweet melody.

”Pick yourself up off of the floor, you don’t belong there; not anymore,
Brush the dirt off your knees, wipe the tears on your sleeves,
You’ve hurt yourself, darling - and it’s killing me,”

If there was one thing Nat learned on her various musical retreats, it was how to write a good, deep song. It was funny - it contradicted her personality completely. Perhaps that was why? Perhaps our little ginger put all her troubles into her songs, and that’s what kept her so happy? Damn, now that’s a secret to know!

”Cause you’re a SNAAAAIIILLL and you don’t have FEEEEET!”



Or maybe not.

[FrostWynd]

Tag: Nat~ - Notes: *glomps* <3

---

Well now, this was a peculiar place. Throughout the winter season, Malique hadn't nearly done as much exploring lately. So he was surprised when the trees began to suddenly grow sparse in this area, into simple plains with a few said trees here and there. But there was plenty of snow everywhere, that never seemed to change during this season. But what really caught his interest today, was when he managed to find flowers that were very much alive and growing in this dreadful cold. And for the first time in awhile, was actually tolerating it so he could simply admire them. He didn't think he actually would find anything growing during this season. Which was why he much preferred spring and summer, the time where everything was alive and it was warmer.

But during the time spent under one of the trees, he suddenly began to hear something odd in the air, the source was somewhere nearby. His ears twitched the moment the 'music' drifted over to them, curiously, he peered over to see what it was. Which in the distance, he saw it was someone doing something with a weird object, that object being where the sound was coming from. The corner of his mouth twitched, as he rested back in his original position to simply listen. He had to admit, the sound coming from that thing was very interesting to hear. Who'd've thought humans were capable of doing something smart for once?

”Cause you’re a SNAAAAIIILLL and you don’t have FEEEEET!”

That right there pretty much killed the thought straight away... "A snail...?" Okay, so he wasn't exactly listening to the lyrical portion of that melody. So the moment he did decide to pay attention, he quickly became puzzled. But now that he thought about it, something about this person's voice was vaguely familiar. One he hadn't heard in a long time... Which for some reason, as the old memory began to resurface, he surely wasn't imagining it when he felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle with unease. "Why am I getting a bad feeling...?" Although reluctant, he felt a strong desire to find out what was causing this feeling. And so, he dared a second look out from behind the tree he was leaning on. Last time, his attention was focused on the guitar, not who was playing it.

The moment his red gaze saw the woman's face, did it suddenly become clear. The orange hair, and those blue eyes, were very familiar as well. By then, his claws had dug right into the bark of the poor tree, and an involuntary hiss came out of his throat by accident. He remembered now! That moment was very much distinct, the one time... Someone hugged him... A hug! Nobody was allowed to touch him! And yet she had the nerve to wrap her little arms around him that one time! He hissed again. And went back into hiding behind the tree, leaving some unpleasant gouges in the tree while he was at it.

Although he remembers her... What was her name again...?

[Soapie]

[I’m a little rusty...but here it goes!]

forget about the sunshine when it’s gone .

Natalie’s finger-picking pattern had developed into a rousing array of strums that didn’t seem to fit with the piece at all. The grin on her face as she created a rift in her song was one of both self-amusement and pride in her incredibly witty sense of humor. She opened her eyes wide and waited for Phil’s reaction as she burst into a fit of a thousand tiny giggles. ”Don’t you get it Phil?” she babbled innocently.

”Why aren’t you laughing?” Her smile faded to disappointment as she watched her friend tuck his head down even lower than before. This really was a sick snail! Like a flower losing its will to endure the winter, Natalie wilted. She released her grip on her guitar and stared at Phil with a sad face.

But Nat’s attention span could only endure for a few minutes at a time. Her trance was quickly broken by the sight of someone - who seemed to be staring at her - in the distance. The figure was a bit looming and unwelcoming, and rather... familiar. Nat paid no attention to his ominous presence; she cocked her head and stared a few moments longer.

”Have you come for the concert-o?” She cried out to the dark figure. She liked to add a little pizazz to her vocabulary every now and then. She felt it gave her more flare and originality. She craned her frail-looking neck and leaned over her guitar, trying to get a better look at who she was addressing so boldly. He had blood-red eyes - which made Nat wonder if maybe he was ill. Or the Hulk. They were both quite plausible, seeing as he had a rather strange, green haircut. There was something familiar about his overall appearance - and presence, for that matter - that made Nat feel rather reminiscent... and nostalgic. Her memory never served her very well, but seeing this guy made her think of all her friends that used to live here. But what did a disease-ridden Hulk have to do with her old friends? Nat’s brain quickly switched tracks.

Suddenly, a large, misinformed grin crept onto Natalie’s face.

Had she just come into contact with a superhero?