Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable.  The disappearance of Blue Spinel upon their crash landing wasn’t nearly as concerning as it was incredibly...inconvenient. With their crew temporarily at three due to the blue gem’s disappearance, it merely gave Citrine the opportunity to bother her more without Spinel there to lend an ear to the girl’s recent infatuation with human ...”me-mes.”  On day three with no sight of the only male of their team, Beryl had absolutely no choice but to seek him out, and drag him back if successful, and let him face the onslaught of Citrine’s verbose habits. Setting off in the direction that they’d last seen him head in, Red Beryl’s nose wrinkled as she pushed back leaves of the foliage masking their ship, making it several yards before she finally flinched upon touching what seemed to be a web-like substance of an eight legged, absolutely horrifying earth creature.  “Spinel, when I get my hands on you!” She finally shouted into the seemingly empty forest. She didn’t say what she would do when she got her hands on him, but it wouldn’t be pleasant.