<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LceJHn5.png)</div><strong>Agi [he/him/his]</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018992#msg16018992)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 1, A Time To Gather<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Spirit of Blossoms<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Inquiring<br/><hr/>Seeing Blossom smile, feeling the warmth of her acceptance of his affection; it makes him feel so<em>good!</em>This is it--this is the meaning of life! Warm-fuzzy-good feelings. What could possibly be better?<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the feeling fades, cooling off over the passing seconds as they turn into minutes. He bobs around in the air, watching her take in her surroundings; and he partakes of the view, too. It's always been nice here. He remembers simpler times with fondness. Yet... something feels wrong, and he knows it is the Spirit of Blossoms.<br/><br/>This worries him. Worries? Yes, worries. What a word. Is it a good word? Not really. "I do like the island. I wish I could bring you with me." He considers, floating around. "I could make you neat things, though! Happy things. Here. I could make something for you." Is she worried about the hot rocks wanting to explore? But why? It's odd.<br/><br/>He presses into her side, monitoring the heat he projects so that he is simply comfortable, and never too hot for her. It takes a bit of focus--but it comes naturally to him. This act is more feline--reminiscent of his time as a simpler spirit.  He wants to know why the rocks seem to bother her; yet, she's avoided the topic. Bringing it up more feels<em>weird;</em>hence his changing the subject.