wooliefrand | Bluey's Big Adventure

[Squinting at the writing below, he frowns.]

. . . I am usually so versed in languages, but I cannot read this bit here.

It's written in the old language of King Stormia. This place hasn't been used in a long while.

[he trots down the hall--all clear! There's door that reads RECIPE ROOM]

The strange magic I felt is coming from here.

Are you able to read it, John-san?

[Still, he follows after the deer toward the recipe room.]

I will peek inside-.

[He does not have magic like Fantasia. But he does have a cellphone. He turns the flashlight on and then tentatively opens the door to peek inside. They probably shouldn't just rush into an unknown magic source.]

[The light shines on and Cres may get some school flashbacks. It looks like a middle school chem class room. Dusty beakers and goggles, those desks with sinks and stuff.

But, there's a sole petri dish on one dusty table. There's a little cloud above it.]

[It really does seem to be a school. How strange...

He draws near the little petri dish to stare at the little cloud.]

. . . A nightmare, maybe?

[is a short fawn

tries to peek over the table]

I don't know, but this is where the weird energy was coming from that I sensed. Should it be destroyed?

[if Cres reaches for it, it doesn't feel, bad necessarily.

Just. . .like nothing.]

I wonder... if it can be bottled? Or studied?

[He will pull a chair over for John, in case he wants to climb up onto that for a better look.

. . .]

If this is the source of the disturbance here though, perhaps it is unwise to bring it back to the pasture.

[If it even CAN be bottled. Tentatively, he will reach out with a pencil he pulls from his bag to poke it. And so if that does nothing, that is when he will touch it very carefully with his hand.]

It... does not feel like anything?

Is that...what you usually do with these things?

[a little indignant but. climbs on the chair lol]

[nothing happens when he pokes it with the pencil! BUT when he tries with his hand, he can feel. . .something tugging at him. Nothing physical, just a feeling. Like if he willed it, he could infuse it with anything he wished.

Almost like a dream.]

Well, I suppose that I do not know. I do not have magic, so I am unsure how to study magic. But perhaps someone else would...?

[Curious, though. He touches it lightly for a second time, a little less tentatively this time. A dream...

If this place is stuck with a possible nightmare cloud... what if they tried something positive, instead? Like imagining this pasture as a sunny bright place, vibrant and full of life. A beacon to the rest of the land.]

[the cloud. . .gets bigger!

It also, starts glowing somewhat?? as if there's a sun inside it.]

???

What did you do? That seems like magic.

[ !!!

Is this a good thing? It is bright, though.]

It just... felt a little bit like a dream, so I wished for a positive one.

[He will try further, and imagine that sunflowers dot the land, with lots of clean fresh water, and beautiful trees- a safe haven, full of peace. Recalling what he saw in the dream back with the goddess of dreams, of John struggling... he tries to imagine flowers blooming beneath his hooves as he trots across the land. Rather than decrepit and dark, the buildings are like new- everything fresh.]

[the cloud slowly becomes bigger and bigger--and Cres will feel something at his feet. "flowers blooming beneath his hooves."

Some grass and vines briefly sprout by their legs, before dissolving into a shimmering dust. John looks on wide eyed.]

I've never had a real dream before. Or one I remember, anyway. I don't understand. So I can't. . .do anything? I can only dream it?

I just want to help. . .

[He retracts his hand from the cloud before nearing John. Closing his eyes, he gently rests his forehead against his.]

More than anything, that is the one thing I wish to do too. I understand. I understand how frustrating it is to try so hard and feel as though you are falling short.

[He understands so very well.]

If we all work together, though... I think we have a better chance of helping this place. You want to help... so let's both touch the cloud with our combined wishes. Think about what you want more than anything.

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[For just a moment, Cres may swear he could have seen real eyes behind the jewels that act as the fawns, wide with understanding.]

. . .

And. . .if it doesn't work. Will you think me a failure? My Father doesn't, of course, but he's the Spirit of the Earth. I don't know if he can understand.

If this does not work, we will simply find another method until we have succeeded. After all, I am the one who encouraged you to attempt this. No one could blame you, and furthermore- I have faith in you and whatever outcome happens. And of course... faith that your father is so proud of you.

[Gently patting the back of their head comfortingly.]

You know, the reason we sought you out to begin with, is because we want very much for you to be our dear priest. We already find you incredible as you are.

A priest. . .? I'm just a spirit, I'm barely even Real. I don't even know what that is. I couldn't.

[but

does reach out his little hoof]

I want to help you all, just as much as you want to help me, I think. If I can do even a little. That would be enough.

You are much more capable than you give yourself credit for.

[Placing his hand over his hoof as they reach for the cloud again, he imagines the wish once more. A thriving, beautiful pasture, with John shining above it. A place where they can both be useful. A place full of light and song.]

Let us make your wish come true.

. . .

Okay.

Maybe, if my wish comes true, so will all of yours.

[a deep breath

and he taps at the cloud as well.]

[Friendship is magic...!]

[SPEAKING OF FRIENDSHIP. . .]

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