Chelsea looked around, sighing heavily. There was so much to do in the coop, let alone the work in the fields she still had to do. She looked at Vaughn, shocked at the smile he was wearing. He seemed so…peaceful. Could he really simply be an animal person? Vaughn felt her gaze and looked at her.

"Um…" Chelsea coughed, "I have work to do. You can head back to Mirabelle's…"

Vaughn shifted, his smile fading. Chelsea searched desperately for an excuse to exit the chicken coop. She hated how his smile faded, it was a great smile.

Vaughn adjusted his black cowboy hat, "Let's get started."

"What?" She said, shaking her head.

"We've got work to do. Mirabelle said to help you out. So, let's get started," he said.

That was the longest sentence he had ever spoken to Chelsea. Chelsea nodded, to shocked to argue. She lea Vaughn back to the house and handed him her ax.

"Chop some wood, please. I'm trying to get enough to have Gannon build a barn for me," Chelsea said.

Vaughn nodded once, heading out to work. Chelsea grabbed the hoe and headed to the field. She plowed the soil again, planting more seeds. She looked over to the bridge to Sprite Island, noticing how beautiful the ocean was, and how the island fit so well in its place. She ran her hand through her long, brown hair.

"Is it really only me who can see them? Their island?" She asked out loud.

"Them? Their?" Vaughn's voice asked.

Chelsea jumped, turning quickly, and falling back. Vaughn caught her, helping her sturdy herself.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"I-It's fine. Just got caught in thought. Never mind my questions," Chelsea stammered. What's got me so unnerved? she thought.

"Alright then. I wanted to ask you something," Vaughn said.

For someone so 'anti-social' he was suddenly very sociable. Chelsea looked at him.

"Is it true what everyone in town says? That you are trying to raise the islands?" he asked.

Chelsea nodded, stuck on the 'everyone' part of the sentence. She felt herself getting nervous; she didn't want everyone knowing about her quest. She didn't want special attention, either. She wanted to fit in, she wanted to work as a rancher, she wanted to be equal. Nothing more, nothing less.

Didn't she? Or did she want to help out, be useful? Maybe she wanted to find her soul mate, maybe even have a kid. She didn't know what she wanted anymore. She dropped her hoe, frustrated with her thoughts.

"Take a break. Let's go to Meadow Island," Vaughn suggested.

Chelsea snapped her attention to him. He was kidding, right? Anti-social people did not offer to hang out with someone. Maybe Vaughn was just being a gentleman.

"Sure, sounds good."

Chelsea followed Vaughn through town, walking toward the dock. She felt relaxed, yet completely tense. The closer they got to the dock, the more she tried to figure out why Vaughn was acting so strange. He wasn't this social; at least that's what she believed. Maybe she was over thinking all of this. He was simply being a gentleman.

"Vaughn, Chelsea, what's up?" Kirk called.

"We're just heading to Meadow Island," Chelsea said, "If you'll give us a ride that is."

Kirk smiled, "Hop in the boat."

Vaughn waited for Chelsea to hop in, and then did the same. His red-brown eyes focused on her. She felt herself get nervous. She was off the boat the instant they reached Meadow Island. She walked to the shrine.

"You were talking about the Harvest Sprites, right?" Vaughn asked.

Chelsea felt nervous, "Y-Yes…"

What had set her nerves into high gear? Was it his sudden sociability, his kindness? Chelsea realized what was bothering her. It was that he had reached out to her. Well, kind of anyway. She hadn't expected it. Chelsea felt like she had to be careful speaking to him.

"You really are helping out, then. You can relax," Julia said from behind Vaughn.

"Julia, hey. I am relaxed," Chelsea said, still tense from her realization.

"Chelsea, you don't have to do this on your own, okay?" Julia said, searching her pocket.

Chelsea watched as Julia pulled a Sunstone. Chelsea was shocked. What could possibly be more evidence to Julia's statement than this Sunstone?

"Take it, you've been a good friend," Julia smiled.

Chelsea reached out, taking the Sunstone. It felt warm in her grasp; she could practically feel the energy held in it. She smiled, thanking Julia. She looked at Vaughn, seeing a change in him. He seemed like his normal, anti-social self.

"Vaughn-"

"I should go back to work," Vaughn said, leaving.

Chelsea tried to say something, but couldn't think of what to say. She waited for Kirk's return and headed home.

She woke the next morning and headed to Mirabelle's. Julia spotted her and waved. Chelsea waved back. She walked inside, and up to Vaughn.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," Vaughn said.

"What's up?" Chelsea asked.

"People should leave me to my business," he answered.

Chelsea nodded, turning to leave as Julia stood in the doorway.

"Vaughn, what was-"

Chelsea was out the door. What in the world is up with that? Yesterday… Chelsea sighed. She had mistaken his gesture as friendship. She stood on the bridge between Ranch Island and Verdure Island. She felt so stupid, she had over thought everything. She heard someone walk up.

"Look, I'm not in the mood to talk…" she said, "I need to figure out-"

"He's not trying to hurt you. He probably didn't like that I saw him with his guard down. He just put up his guard," Julia said.

"That isn't bothering me, not as much as my ranch work," Chelsea said.

"You know, he is hard to get to know," Julia said.

"Yeah."