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Bluey's Big Adventure

WHO: Bluebell
WHERE: ????
WHEN: ?????

[Time to make POOR DECISIONS--I mean go help an Earth Spirit!!

Get ya selves together here and then ping Ash when you're ready to head out into the mist!]

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Those. . .sure are words you just said.

[MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE TO SEE. WHAT COULD HAPPEN, ADDING SCIENCE TO FANTASY NONSENSE.

When he takes the pen out, he'll feel that tug again, like the dream cloud is looking for something. WHAT MAGIC DOES ROOK THINK WOULD AID A DREAM?]

Well, to be honest we were putting our heads together to try to come up with something that might help you in your mission, but our understanding of your situation of course was very limited, so our creativity may have gotten ahead of us.

[He'll produce a few more of those blueberry blossoms made of light and just kind of wave them into the cloud. They're made of Imagination and Visualization, though he's specifically thinking about their blueberry tree and the branch he cut from it to fashion the antler]

.......you were already thinking about how to help before you got here?

[touched,,]

Well. I think you're all far more 'creative' than me. I simply want to be able to help, but how and what that manifests. I don't know.

[meanwhile, the cloud. . .expands! And turns blue? he can see little branches poking out of it. And maybe a blueberry drops out. gosh what does that mean.]

Your heart's wish called out to us, so we came!

[Picking up the blueberry] I think, monsieur, if your heart can wish, then it can dream. And if it can dream, more is possible than you may believe [offering blueberry].

[stares at the blueberry.

shakes his head.]

I'm a spirit. I don't dream, and I don't have a heart. It's wasted on me now.

But what would you wish for?

Many in this realm have had the experience of forgetting who they really are--having some part of them locked away. Indeed, Monsieur Jim himself transformed, from corporeal to otherworldly. You too had a corporeal form at one point--are you certain you are merely a spirit?

....................

[wow don't give him an existential crisis. ears flick before he just, shrugs as much as a deer can.]

I don't know.

But. I suppose if I had a wish. It would be to have more of a purpose. I miss when we were just 'normal' deer, but things change.

Come find out then, dear John! There is certainly purpose to be had in forging a future in this realm, and the place to do it is the center of the maelstrom of tangled events that one Blossom has created--the humble pasture where we have been living.

You asked for my wish, so I'll tell you this--I wish to see every form of beauty that there is to see! To witness the essence of all that a world has to offer. You too, Monsieur John! I should like to reveal the undeniable light that shines within you.

You say it like it's so simple. I'm not sure I can shine as brightly as all of you. And yet. . .

[With his words, that cloud sure is shining more beautifully. And then. . .]

( she's been very, very quiet this entire time, just idly following along like a graceful flower pushed by the breeze. but now? now she steps forward, a certain serum radiating life magic not yet tapped into from her belongings. )

Things do change, yes. They get harder, too. But you are still here, are you not?

I will not claim to know you, or your struggles, but I can say this much: a purpose is something you choose, not something granted to you by a higher power.

[the deer spirit looks at her curiously, and then the little dream cloud. She'll feel a tug from it, as if it's seeking something.]

Then answer me this.

What purpose have you chosen?

( harmony lets it seek whatever it is, she is an unbothered queen. )

I wish to understand and know all that there is to know, and see what there is to see. And once I am satisfied, I will choose another.

[it's seeking her dream. What does she desire to infuse within the dream cloud?]

....is that a purpose? Or just a desire?

I really don't understand.

Can it not be both? ... If it's specifics you seek, my studies are about life. The creation and upholding of it. This much I do remember.

( to create. to flourish. to ascend.

... not that she remembers that last bit. )

........you can create life? Like my father? or is this a procreation thing...

Either way. Why? Why is life important to you?

[She'll have to add something to the cloud to activate that dream then.

ie taps watch POUR IN HER SERUM]

I believe it is the purpose the universe itself has chosen.

( if the cloud wants the serum she'll let it have it though!!! wow it sure is green and glowy in an equally ethereal and "oh is that radioactive?" way. it's probably fine. )

From the smallest organisms to that which it became over time. The first plant, the first insect, the first fish, all things grew from a spark born from the universe. And from there, it has spread, evolved, mutated in ways no one could predict. It flourishes in the darkest depths, in harsh climes and against all odds. Is it not wonderful to be part of something like that? To see how it ticks, how it comes together and then push it onwards with your own two hands?

. . .

I guess. I just never thought I was that significant to do such a thing.

Bluebells truly are. Powerful. . .

[meanwhile, that life serum bubbles in the cloud. And then. . .]

The lovely thing about being alive is that even the most inconsequential action will have an impact.

( that is her final words, though, because shit is happening. )

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