<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZQc7Deq.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Rin</span></strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018996#msg16018996)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>Year 1, Night of the Shiny Sky</em><br/><strong>Tags:</strong><em></em><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><em>Storytime!</em><br/><br/>Rin watched the other little spirits run and bounce away all happy. She wondered if she should have remained here with the Spirit of Blossoms. But then to not have met the Babyphants or Scampers or the little wrigglers...no she was happy. She munched on her fluffcorn as she listened to the story.<br/><br/>Soon though, her delicious treats were forgotten as she heard the words Blossom used. Seated as she was on her rock, she slowly drew her knees up to her chest as the words sank in. This was, true to her promise, not a happy story. It was....it was a scary story. She had learned that word from one of the little mortals. It had been night time and the big mortals had been away. She kept a little mortal safe and they had explained what scary meant to her.<br/><br/>Blossoms were always good story tellers and she told the story well, even the sad parts. Rin rested her chin on her arms, which were folded on her knees and thought. She thought through the story, she thought through her fellow spirits talking to Blossoms. They all quickly leapt to forgive her, and she wanted to as well, but....<br/><br/>She had lied. She had learned about that concept recently too. It was like pretend, but not fun. Lies were bad pretends.  She had meant well, but still.<br/><br/>"You....you said you put the other Gods into the ground and the lava, the hot stuff. Does that mean the Grumpus was like you were once? Is that why he didn't like Mortals? He was made of the hot stuff." she asked. Her wings fluttered a little bit and pondered more. Whatever the answer, did it matter? Was it just her and her nature trying to learn and ask while she still could? Maybe if they knew, they could help the Grumpus.<br/><br/>But the Grove was faltering, and the way Blossom looked at the sword was very scary to. She didn't think the Spirit would use it on any of them but...on herself. If she felt so bad that she would rather be a nothing then a Blossom anymore?<br/><br/>Her fingers and wings all twitched nervously and she stood up. Maybe she still was, in many ways, a little spirit but she had things that she felt had to be said. "You did do all those things Blossoms...but the little mortals taught me a new idea. Responsibility. They have things to do before they can go play and do fun. Or they have to make up for bad things they did. And....and that's what you have now...I think. Responsibility."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, but soldiered on a bit "The others are right...you're not the same anymore...but that doesn't mean it wasn't you. You did bad things to other mortals and other Gods a forever time ago. But, since then more has happened.  You've learned and done different, better things.  You have a Responsibility to use that now, the good and the bad things you know. To help instead of hurt. You can help the mortals yourself if you want. Or you can  staying here and always teaching us so we can help them better. Or to help the other Happy Spirits who maybe decide to become other things someday too."<br/><br/>Rin looked at the ground, almost shyly as she said almost sadly "And if you were not here we would miss you...."