<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BzowwEN.png)</div><strong>A Happy Spirit</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018731#msg16018731)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 1, Thaw<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Baby Elephants<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Zone 15, The Wishing Well (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/aa/e3/94/aae39492b5dead2b37233bf5c48f39e4.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>While winter had its joys, Happy loved to witness the change of seasons, how the days became less cold and the sun’s heat bathed the ground with enough warmth for the snow to recede and reveal fresh buds poking their crowns through the soil. Better than that, the snow became slushy. Happy loved to splash around within it and cause its droplets to spatter around them. It was almost as good as playing in the river with the fish. The fishes! Soon, its scaly friends would rise from the depths as the ice cracked and melted away.  Spring, a time of reunions and renewal.<br/><br/>As such, Happy wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the massive matriarch, Wise One, emerge from the thick forest. Upon hearing her request, the Happy Spirit agreed without hesitation. Not just because of its eagerness to spend more time with the younglings but also due to hoping the brief reprieve would grant the matriarch time to rest without youthful disruptions.<br/><br/>Rest was as important as playtime. Unfortunately, younglings didn’t understand that necessity. It was all play, Play, PLAY with them.<br/><br/>Careful consideration was given before it was determined the perfect site for the younglings to experience. They walked in single file, trunks on tails, through the forest. Together, they created a song, one composed of rhythmic pats on the ground and rustles through the leaves that hadn’t fallen prey to winter’s chill. The younglings relished the chance to create music, and soon, anyone within hearing distance heard them coming.<br/><br/>They arrived at a mysterious, ancient-looking well, surrounded by glowing stones of varying colors. Happy showed the younglings that if you tossed one of the stones into the well, it’d fall for what felt like forever before a musical splash rose from the bottom. Happy did its best to explain the well-kept wishes and dreams of those who paid tribute through the small stones safe from the influence of time. Sometimes, in the joy of experiencing life, one forgot their wishes and dreams! The well, however, remembered them. And when the moment was right, it’d make them come true, even if you, as the wisher, forgot them.<br/><br/>One by one, Happy helped the younglings pick out a stone and watched as they tossed them into the well. It didn’t fret about the younglings wishing for bad things because bad things didn’t exist. Right?<br/>