<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/Happywaterspiritpng.png)</div><strong>Bubble (She/Her)</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018731#msg16018731)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 1, When Paths Open --> A Time to Gather<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>NA<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Picking<strong>Love</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Bubbles’ bright, almost shimmering blue eyes widened as it fully sank into her inexperienced mind that there were multiple worlds in existence beyond her island. Home never felt small before, but now, it’d be hard not to recognize the shores as an obstacle meant to be crossed rather than admired as the sun sank beneath the churning waves. Perhaps one day they’d explore these other lands? Happy Spirits like Rin or even bold Wish might bring their form of joy to its inhabitants. Then, they’d all reunite and tell each other tales of their journeys.<br/><br/>She meant to ask another question, but another interjected and drew Reaper’s attention from her. Who were these who crossed without permission? Why would they defy the order of existence? Rather than bob up and down like a lure cast upon a lake, she exercised patience. Reaper was a new friend. There’d be other times to soak up their knowledge.<br/><br/>The mention of mortals once more piqued her interest.<br/><br/>“Are they a kind of bird?” She queried as the flying animals were the first to come to her mind when thinking of those capable of walking on two legs. “They are very finicky creatures indeed. Pretty but finicky. They forever come and go with the change of seasons.”<br/><br/>Maybe mortals were the same except sneakier since she hadn’t seen any of them yet.<br/><br/>Soon, Reaper returned them to the small island. Life was not the same without Wise Elephant. But whenever Bubbles experienced a faint tug at her heart, she reminded herself of the Old One’s joy at being reunited with its loved ones in the world that existed behind a closed floor. Bubbles spent her days testing out its new abilities, trying to grow stronger and faster like she’d witnessed the fishes in the pond. It also sought out the presence of its fellow spirits, eager to see what consumed their time.<br/><br/>Bubbles floated atop the cold surface of the waves, eyes glued to the sparkling rocks above, as she considered its next steps in the world. She desired a purpose, a cause to devout herself towards in the coming seasons. Her thoughts were filled with spring then, of bright colors and how almost all of the island’s creatures sought to impress the other with their skill, either in rock sorting or coordinated dances. Afterward, young ones would appear and be nurtured until it was their turn to venture into the world and make their mark upon it. What was that? Duty? No, love, perhaps? Yes, love. As Bubbles set her mind to such a purpose, her heart filled with such joy that she thought she might burst from it.<br/>