<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea4515b431fed27071379ed1d5408635/tumblr_nu2rkeA2nh1rdph5fo1_540.gifv)</div><strong>Bubble (She/Her)</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018731#msg16018731)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year Two<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>NA<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>The end. <3<br/><hr/><br/>Bubbles watched as Blossom spoke to each spirit, imparting words of wisdom and warnings. With each interaction, she became less harried and more like her former self, exuding the quiet strength and care that made her an essential anchor of their little island. Bubbles bounced when the beautiful guardian stopped before her, unsure what to expect after her earlier request. She didn’t seek to call them back as she meant her previous statement. Remaining on the island was not an option for her anymore. Too much in the world called to her, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the longings of her heart. She braced herself for a sharp rebuke or some other unpleasantness, but thankfully, such worries were for nothing. Blossom understood her desire, had considered it herself for a time.<br/><br/>“Maybe someday,” she whispered. Someday Blossom might feel capable of leaving the Grove, of ascending into the unknown blackness of the skies, but that day didn’t need to be now.<br/><br/>Then, the sword disappeared out of Blossom’s hands and against Bubbles’ fin. The shame of it changed immediately upon the light contact with her essence, rapidly flickering between several items within seconds. A net, a fishing pole, and so forth. Finally, its shape settled on a small, sailing boat. Though no strong wind moved within the Grove, its tiny sails billowed as if caressed by a strong wind.<br/><br/>Bubbles stared at the sword, no, boat with obvious confusion before her attention shifted once more to its former owner. Gently, she nuzzled her face into Blossom’s warm hand, hoping to impart some comfort to her. She nodded, understanding the item now gifted to her could not be destroyed. And yet, she felt it could not remain here. That knowledge further solidified her decision to join the rainbow snake, explore the heavens, rather than remain.<br/><br/>“I’ll keep it safe,” Bubbles promised. “And I will remember you always.” As she spoke the last statement, she glanced amongst the familiar faces in the Grove. So many of which had changed, but their core being remained the same, ever helpful, ever happy. She sighed, pushed down her nervousness, as Blossom expressed a need for haste.<br/><br/>How? How could she reach the Rainbow Snake? Fish don’t fly. They left that to birds. But…wait. They did fly. Sort of. Closing her eyes, she thought of the creatures she’d seen when she ventured far from the island’s shores. Her shape altered one final time, fins and body extending. The “sword” must have sensed Bubbles need as it shifted too, molding with the spirit to become a helmet.<br/><br/>Then, channeling what she’d seen the other creatures do, Bubbles leaped as if seeking to force her body to briefly break through the water’s surface and soar through the air. She leaped. Agan and again until, at last, she was nothing more than a twinkling speck in the distance.<br/><br/>Bubbles’ insatiable curiosity led her to the Rainbow Snake, who was somewhat surprised to be visited by a ground dweller. It expressed delight in knowing those below enjoyed its colorful display within the skies. The ancient being didn’t know much of the world beyond theirs, to her surprise. Not satisfied, she bid the Snake farewell. She swam far, singing as they once did when leading a trope of small, easily amused baby elephants through the island. Time became a distant memory as she saw marvels unlike any other from time to time, but mostly, it was a vast empty space.<br/><br/>So when she first discovered a star like the one which used to warm her back on the island. She’d been thrilled; even better was the fact that a little world circled it. But she found no intelligent life within it. Instead, sadness filled her as she hoped for more. Memories of her friends, of the happy memories they made together filled her. And as she recalled them, a small piece of artifact chipped and fell into the lifeless earth. She slept after that, and the following day, she discovered the first stirrings of life where the piece lodged itself—a little flower, ever resilient and determined to prosper in its harsh surroundings. As time went onward, more life spurred into existence, and she delighted in the knowledge that what once destroyed could also create.<br/><br/>Bubbles stuck around long enough to ensure that life would not diminish before creating a picture story that she hoped would be discovered. She told of her friends, ones capable enough to conjure flames, make leaves dance in a gentle breeze, make clouds weep from laughter, and encourage life to bloom. She told of a Guardian, capable of great compassion and strength.<br/><br/>But most importantly, she hoped those who came into existence would pursue happiness, whether if in beauty, dignity, fortune, longevity, love, or wisdom.<br/><br/>Then, when all seemed well, she left. Searching for more worlds in need of life's spark, in need of a little love and a little kindness.