He stared into her blue orbs, their hue as deep as the ocean. They sparkled and shimmered, flowing like a river. He always liked to compare her to the water, it was the only fitting comparison for her.
People always thought water was calm, and he couldn't disagree more. Water can't contain itself, it always wants to go somewhere. It may seem to be serene, but even one disturbance makes it ripple.
Likewise, she couldn't contain herself either. They could have gone on the most grueling expedition of their life, and she already wants to go back exploring the next day. She too, is tranquil and mature most of the time, but one insult to her and you won't forget it.
He could think of many more similarities, they seemed to go on forever. He told her about this once, and she laughed in his face. "Nobody else thinks like that, Blaze. " Well, he didn't buy it. He's pretty sure that whatever brought her here, whatever made her a Squirtle, must have thought like he did.
"Blaze." Her voice shocks him, it's cold. "I asked you to get us some rollcall orbs 15 minutes ago. What the hell are you doing here staring at them?" He looks again at the cobalt orbs in his hands, and wonders where the time went.