Every day tended to bring a new sight to behold. Every day colors were painted across the world like a detailed painting. Individuality could be seen in everything: the trees, the grass, the flowers, the birds, and even people. Lily's favorite things to ponder over were human beings. She wondered what their thoughts were, she wondered what their lives held, she wondered what kind of stories they had been a part in, she wondered if they noticed how vibrant or dark their colors were, but most of all she wondered if they took advantage of the sight this world had to offer. Lily had come to the conclusion that people relied on their many senses, yet the were blind to their full potential. Sadly for Lily, she had one less sense than all the rest but it opened her mind to the gratitude of having all the others. She had always regretted being so ungrateful as a child. She was out to make a difference, even with her disadvantages. 

She had traveled far and wide. She had traveled through the many blues and taken peeks of wealth. She had lived in impoverished lands and run away from herself. In all honesty, she had literally run away from her past and planted herself within a new town. No pirate crew would accept her because of her huge disability. So, she set up shop in a town that accepted her amazing skills in doctoring the sick, weak, and injured. However, she had wanted more. She had wanted to see more, do spectacular things, and go on daring tasks. She wanted a new family and was determined to become part of a pirate crew. 

Lily had learned of a place where pirates roamed free and held a mighty influence. To this place, Lily would make her most recent journey. It had taken up much of her time but she was ecstatic to arrive. Nothing She didn't wish to find a room, she didn't wish to find a meal, send she certainly didn't wish to take a rest. In this moment, nothing was necessary, except searching the area. She wanted a crew but not just any crew. She wanted to be with someone who stuck out, attracted the masses, and didn't care about their appearance to the world. It had taken but a measly hour before coming across a rather good sized group of individuals. Many were spread out across the ground with food and smiling faces. They seemed so joyful yet so relaxed. The confusion was definitely evident on Lily's face considering people were speaking to her about listening to the music. They spoke about the beautiful melody and asked her what she thought. However, she simply blushed and pointed to the black headphones with the white picture on the side. Before anyone had the chance to ask or comment, Lily would be off to find the source of this "music". 

It had taken but a simple few steps before a boy could be seen near a fountain with flowing water. He had a shining musical instrument within a case that she believed was called a guitar. Of course, things that made noises had never stuck out to her but she liked to feel their vibrations. So without warning, Lily would waltz right up to the boy and try to gentle lay a hand on his instrument. She wondered if she could tell music from vibrations. She wondered if maybe she could feel the beat or figure out the tempo. Although her hand was focused more on the guitar, crystal blue eyes were focused on the face of the individual. He was cute... 

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As her hand was placed upon the musical instrument, she felt that it was quite smooth but it also held no vibration. Blue eyes would wander from the boy's face to his instrumebt, at which point she would realize he had ceased his strumming. Why had he done that? The teen would look from his guitar to his eyes once more. However, something would catch her attention causing her to flinch and close her eyes for just a few moments. Then, they would slowly open to the sight of the male holding a piece of paper within his fingers. Her face would hold a light blush before looking from his face to the paper and back to his face. Looking away for too long was futile to her communication but it felt like the appropriate action to take within this situation. 


As she glimsed between the boy and his surroundings, she would notice his lips begin to move and she would instantly watch them. Of course, her face only grew darker red knowing that he had halted his musical talents because of her ignorance. Her hands would reach up to cover her mouth with only her fingertips. At this point, they would slowly slide to cover fer flaming cheeks. However, the boy seemed to be more distracted with something. The name? No, it wasn't the name that distracted him. He looked a bit hurt. Maybe, this song was for a deceased family member or lover of some sort. Since she couldn't speak to console him, Lily would place her small hand upon his head and pat him twice as she poked out a pouty lip. If there was anything that didn't go well for her, it was consoling the sad...

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TWC: 910

She wasn't quite sure what he would take of her attempt at comforting him. However, he seemed to appreciate her efforts as he gave her a rather large smile showing pearly whites. Although she could tell they weren't perfect, she didn't mind. A smile spoke words of wonder to the heart and embracing flaws was very inspirational. Perhaps, he would feel the same about her being deaf. Now that she thought about it, his smile would make her blush some as she smiled back. She loved making others feel so full of joy and feel so comforted. However, soon his eyes would close causing her head to tilt in confusion. What was he doing? Her eyes would wander about his figure, while she attempted to unravel this mystery. Her eyes would the focus in on his moving fingers. What was he playing? Was a guitar a high sound or a low sound? What sound made humans feel so safe and secure? What sounds made them sleepy, or energized, or furious? The girl could only imagine. 

As crystal eyes wandered around, she could only notice the large quantities of sleeping bodies around the area. She wondered if sleeping for them was the same for her. How would they all react if their lives were silent? Would they appreciate sight more? Would they savour mouthwatering tastes? Would they know smells more in depth? What was it like being able to hear? What was it like being able to make beautiful melodies that others could also enjoy? The teen would turn back to the boy as he kept playing, except this time he was watching her. She was interested in him and he seemed to return the same thought. The girl would tilt her head as his hands stopped playing and began to gather things. 

After he had rearranged his belongings, the boy asked for Lily to join him in eating. For a moment, she stood stunned wondering what to say. She had never been offered anything by anyone before. They treated her like a diseased wildlife creature. They treated her like she carried a plague that killed families. Tears seemed to fill her eyes for a moment at the sweet gesture but soon she would wipe her eyes. The tears would disappear as a smile too their place. She would nod her head yes... 

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TWC: 1305