<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/kgXpRUl.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Year One<br/>Night of the Shining Sky</strong></span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>The nights are darker and deeper, longer and colder. Spirits remember these times. They know the cold will not last forever. Spirits do not mind it after all, some even enjoy it, and those who do prefer the warmth have plenty of places to find it and ways to make it. But for the animals of the island it is time for long sleep, or staying in burrows and feasting on what they have gathered. Only a few creatures still stir in the snow-covered beautiful woods and grasslands. Cor and Bubble move through the wilds, keeping a watchful and protective eye on peaceful creatures. <br/><br/>The mortals are getting by. Some of their numbers have not survived the hard landing and the harsh environment, but many are doing better than one would expect with the help of a few of the spirits. The ramshackle camps become makeshift dwellings, built of parts of the wooden ship the mortals arrived in and what can be harvested from the nearby forests. Aqua, Rime, and Agi especially are helpful in this regard, Rin doing her part to keep the young ones safe and wise. Agi finds himself called away to his springs to tend to the creatures who have come to shelter there in the warmth from time to time as well. <br/><br/>And Wish does whatever Wish pleases, much to the delight or chagrin of those around, as the case may be.<br/><br/>The Spirit of Blossoms is welcoming to any spirits who come to her, but she does not wish to speak of the memories and thoughts of the mortals who know her by another name. She attempts to deflect such talk. Finally, she tells the spirits to come to her on the night when the sky turns brightest, and she will speak to those who wish to hear.<br/><br/>And finally the night becomes longest and coldest of all. But not the darkest. On this night the sky turns to fire. It starts from the far north, flashes of brilliant colors, dark green and blues and some purples. The colors spread throughout the sky, brighter and more colorful than even the flowery fields and glowing tides and prismatic springs that the happy spirits have created! And within these bright colors coils a great creature, a Rainbow Serpent. As it slithers its way across the sky it leaves behind a trail of bright colors, an Aurora that shines down on the snow and turns it to a rainbow of its own.<br/><br/>Yes, this is the night when the sky is the brightest. This is the night when the Spirit of Blossoms has promised to speak to those who would hear. Word of this has reached all happy spirits. And so you may find yourself in the Colorful Grove. It is blanketed in snow as is the rest of the island, and Blossoms herself sits in a hammock seat made of cold vines, looking over her grove with a wistful, bittersweet smile. <br/><br/></em></span></span><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/16ZCeQa.jpg?1)</div><strong>The Spirit of Blossoms</strong>(She/Her)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 1, Night of the Shining Sky<br/><strong>Tags:</strong><em>All Happy Spirits</em><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Hello my happy little friends." </strong>She speaks sadly, wistfully, cherishing the closeness of any who came to her, letting her fingers brush against you, nuzzling her cheek against you, holding you, embracing you, should you wish it.<br/><br/><strong>"I should have known our little island would not be alone forever,"</strong>she shakes her head with her soft, sad, smile<strong>"Mortals are always finding ways to do things that were impossible once."</strong>She sighs and looks up at the rainbow sky.<strong>"Perhaps the Serpent had the right idea..."</strong>she shakes her head again,<strong>"No, no I am getting distracted. I promised you the truth of the image you saw and the name you heard if you wished to hear. But I urge you, I beg you, consider. I tell you this with all my heart, it will not make you happy."</strong>Her eyes are pleading with you not to put the question to her again.<br/><br/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>The night is calm, peaceful, and filled with beautiful colors. Most of the island sleeps. It does not take the wisdom of an old elephant to understand this is a special night. Perhaps it is the light of the rainbows from the sky, perhaps it is deep and dark night around you, perhaps it is the realm of the Reaper slipping through as she warned it might at times. But this is a night of power. Your abilities, impressive as they are, are much stronger tonight. <br/><br/>You do not have to stay and listen to Blossoms. There are many other things you could do instead, should you wish. <br/><br/>The choice is yours.</em><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>If you wish to speak with Blossom, you may do so!<br/><br/>You may also perform a<strong>Great Work</strong>upon the island, or some of its inhabitants, or yourselves! This is much less restricted than the previous use of your spirit abilities, but I do urge that you run them by me first to see if there will be any issues before you assume success, especially if it might impact something another spirit has done!<br/><br/>Or if there is anything else you wish to do, the night is yours!<br/><br/>