<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DhfOlCG.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Rin</span></strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018996#msg16018996)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>Year 1, Long Sunsets</em><br/><strong>Tags:</strong><em></em><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><em>More Questioning</em><br/><br/>Rin had snuggled into the huggle when Blossom appeared, the spirit always warm and inviting and loving. A perfect guide for an inquisitive spirit. She listened and thought carefully. She liked thinking and didn't understand how the mortals didn't want to think a lot. Thinking and learning was fun. There just HAD to be mortals who liked to learn things. She nuzzled blossom again one more time and wandered out of the grove, stopping to steal another berry when Blossom wasn't watching (She knew the spirit was, but it was fun to pretend) when she hovered away giggling.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sometime later she was flitting about the Mortal burrows, like burrows but not, they were above ground though. They had little fires caged in stone which was weird. She watched them, and watched her fellow spirits help them as they wished. But there was another, smaller mortal. It was different then the other ones. It didn't use words and gestures. It mostly screamed and cried and wriggled. But sometimes it slept and made happy noises too and for some reason Rin very much liked hearing those noises. Some sort of wrigglymathing then. It wasn't the only one, there were other wrigglers and runners and squealers running about, but Rin watched this one and pondered. Was it like the little elephants to the Wise Old Elephant, this little wiggler and the mortals?<br/><br/>Then came a day when she was watching it when no one else was. So busy working and living and thinking they were. A tuft of wetness came tumbling down the stone cave and extinguished the caged fire. Rin didn't notice for some time but the little wriggler seemed to grow very very cold. Only a small candle was still lit and that wasn't enough for it. She could see it's breath as it screamed and cried and started to turn a color that reminded her of the ocean. No one was nearby though, they were all working very hard. She bit her lower lip. If she reignited the fire, it would take too much heat to do so and the whole cabin (the word she had learned from watching the mortals) might burn down.<br/><br/>She had no choice, she floated down and warmed herself, revealing herself to the little wriggle monster. But the ball of fire floating in the sky seemed to upset it more, despite the warmth. It wailed and screamed and scrunched up its little face. She didn't want it to be sad and crying....and so she thought hard. She thought of Blossoms and the Elephant and Scampers  and the Reaper and even the Grumpus and all the things that made up the island and she thought and thought and thought and FOOMPH!<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/11/2b/fc/112bfce5bfc909f1c9893a76836c31aa.jpg)</div><br/>Fiery, thin wings reminiscent of giant elephant ears twitched at her back. A shimmery pretty fire dress like the nurturing Blossom's was about her. Her eyes glowed, much like a certain grumpy rock monster. Little whisker like threads hung down from the dress and she smiled. Pointy ears were pointed, though not as sharp as, as was the stick the Reaper friend had carried. Like a real fire she had consumed everything she had encountered and made it a part of herself. Roughly as tall as one of the collection of symbols the mortals had...book, yes that was it. She wriggled her fingers. These were new...these were interesting. Toes too. These would take some getting used too. But she could hold her snacks now, so that was good. She gave a little wave to the little tiny thing beneath her.<br/><br/>It looked much more at ease with her mortalish form, and stopped its noise. It turned its head and went back to sleep, occasionally making a funny little noise. She giggled and kept it warm and snuggly safe until the door opened and she scurried into the fire of the candle nearby to hide. The big mortals reacted in shock, and quickly set about relighting the fire safely with dried wood. She giggled a bit inside the candle, they thought it had only just gone out thanks to the warmth in the cabin.<br/><br/>Becoming more light then flame, she zipped through the glass of the window, giving a wave to the wriggly one. Flitting away she decided, she would help guide those that still could learn. She  could keep the ones who couldn't keep themselves safe safest of all. She had sneaked around Blossoms forever ago, she could sneak around these big stompy mortals. She couldn't teach the wise old elephant but she had taught the babyphants. She could teach the wrigglers, the squirmers, the littler mortals while they still had less thoughts in their heads. And they could teach her too. Yes....let the big mortals think she was just a character in the littler ones storybooks...they would know.<br/>