<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/205465868/original.gif)</div><strong>Bubble (She/Her)</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018731#msg16018731)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 1, Night of the Shining Sky<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>NA<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Ready for Storytime<br/><hr/><br/>Bubbles listened with keen interest as Blossom spun her tale. What stood out to her first was the dreaming bit. She liked the idea of someone wishing hard enough and bringing something else into existence through sheer will. Were mortals the only creatures capable of such a feat, or did others possess it too? What would her fish friends create together if given the opportunity? Perhaps a larger swimming pool. They were simple creatures. What would a group of happy spirits like herself create if given a chance? She didn't know what they'd make together, but she knew without a doubt that it'd be something wonderful.<br/><br/>As the story's tone altered, she found it extremely difficult to remain in a pleasant state of mind. Death was a natural part of life. So many creatures had come and gone since the Wise Old Elephant's passing. However, she'd never heard of death in such vast numbers and to fuel nothing except sheer desire to cause destruction.<br/><br/>Water conjured from the depths of Bubbles' intangible heart fell down her face, flowing faster and harder as she listened to what might be the most awful story she'd ever been told in her entire existence. She held out hope that it might get better, and it did for a short while, before it took another downward turn. Where was the happy ending? They'd been told other stories in the past with crazy twists and turns, but there was always a happy ending for the characters. Yet, this wasn't a story. It was about them. No one could give them a happy ending. It was up to them to make it.<br/><br/>But it hurt. It hurt to learn that at one point, even if that being no longer felt familiar, had been awful. It hurt to know that Blossom kept the truth from them. Bubbles' eyes drifted to the blade that had purged the world of foulness, noticing the hands gripping it firmly.<br/><br/>Did she mean to try and rid the world of them again?<br/><br/>"I love you, Blossom, but I…I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to keep growing, and I don't think I can do it here. I need the big water." She paused, uncertain. "But I understand if you don't trust me to be good. Is there a way for your blade to send me to join Rainbow Snake? Maybe I can explore there? Where no one can be hurt? Maybe the sky is like the big water. It is the same color, most of the time."