<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 kept her distance from the mortals as they learned how to navigate the island. While humans were intriguing, as were their contraptions, they did not hold her attention in the same way as fish and other water creatures. However, her lack of enthusiasm did not result in conflict. If they managed to capture one of her fish to fill their stomachs, she did not hate them for it. It was no different than a bird swooping down to nourish themselves or their young.<br/><br/>During winter, she usually spent her time lounging beside the frozen pools of water or pestering one of the fire spirits to warm it enough for the ice to melt. Bubbles felt tugged elsewhere as she became more acquainted with the big water and its creatures. Being out in the open water filled her with joy unlike any other. She’d stay out for an entire day and sometimes late into the night, wanting to explore further and further. Sometimes, the island became distant, presence obscured by the waves. The first time, she felt fear, but with each venture, she didn’t feel as discomforted at not seeing her tiny home with all of her happy friends.<br/><br/>But without fail, Bubbles returned, but her demeanor was somewhat distant or dreamy. Her body might be present on the island, but her soul was at sea. During these times, she felt her ability to influence those around her grow. She fantasized about slicing the land apart with water more forceful and destructive than the lava that might've spilled from Grumpus' mountaintop. Maybe then, the larger water creatures she'd seen and swum alongside could come to visit as the water would be shallow enough to hold them. What kept her from doing so was upsetting the others. They were meant to create not destroy. Even if destroying would result in more creating.<br/><br/>When Spirit of the Bloosums called, Bubbles came running without fail. The beautiful flower woman’s distress caused her anxiety to rise a notch. Enjoying the Rainbow Snake’s presence proved difficult though it was splendid, more beautiful than ever. Are there fish in the sky? Bubbles pondered as she looked up at the ribbons of color shimmering and dancing across the dark blue expanse of sparkling light. Could she someday become a sky fish too? Like the Rainbow Snake? At the offer of a story, she stuck around, more than willing to listen.