The Rites of Spring

While Urúvion did appreciate that the Sprite didn’t press the subject further he wasn’t too fond of the silence that followed for a time. He noticed her stepping forward and reaching out towards him and he made no move to flinch away, after all, it wasn’t as though he were actually going to burn her in anyway while in this form.

It was clear she hadn’t meant the action to be obvious but it wasn’t hard to tell there was something wrong, which Firebird found himself confused about for a time, after all he couldn’t burn her like this…perhaps it was a phantom burn?

Shaking the thought off he decided to focus on what the Sprite had said. He thought the offer over a moment then shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” He agreed. “Why don’t you lead the way then?”

Sprite rubbed her hand along her arm, eyeing Uruvion quizically, but letting her smile play out gently. She shifted faintly and let her eyes wander along the human form-- Well, human...Ish. He was still whomever, whatever he was beneath, and though the feeling faded, she could still-- Tell. Some things, it seemed, though form shifting and function fading, didn’t seem to change: Creatures of the old world were they.

Sprite, however, cheered immediately and clasped her hands, laughing warmly, “Truly? Oh! Wonderful- Let’s go-” She picked up the edges of her earthen robe and moved forward, pivoting on her heel and laughing, “Come on! I’ve been hearing bluebells ringing all morning and I haven’t seen thoe in-” She paused to count the ringlets waving from her hair, and blinked, “Oh, my. Quite a while. Er.” She blushed and winked,  “Who’d have thought?”

Lurching back wearily from this green spirit, Mulan cast her eyes up quickly towards the helmet on her head that she obviously couldn’t see. 

Trying not to provoke the ghost into violent behavior, the soldier reached up and plucked the helmet off oh her head slowly and with shaking hands offered it to the green spirit. “Would- Would you like to s-see it?”

Once the ghost Titania backed away, Ping brought the helmet to his chest, startled by this unusual behavior. ‘But who am I to say if a … sprite’s behavior is unusual… I’ve never met one!’

Spring Sprite? Well, Mulan did love spring. Ping observed the extended hand, confused as to what she was doing before making the slightest gasp of surprise. “Oh that’s right…” Ping breathed to himself.

He had seen people from the western lands do this “hand shake” before as a greeting. Shifting the helmet over in his grasp, Ping extended a hand cautiously. The only problem now is that he didn’t know what to do next… So, the soldier blinked awkwardly, tentatively bowing in return.

“My name is- AHEM uhh my name is Ping, ma'am.”

Titania smiled shyly and focused on the hand. Right! She could manage this. It was- What’s it called? A hand-shimmy? She grasped Ping’s hand carefully, and bought it up and down.

The mermaid winced as the sprite before her gently tended to her wound on her arm. Aquata hadn’t realized how deeply the barb of the stingray had cut her, and it was only now that it was being cared for that she realized it could have been fatal.

“It’s nothing-- Truly! You just looked so...” She paused, searching for the word, and settled with: “Frail-- And I knew you didn’t belong on the shore. I don’t know many naiads, not as many as I used too, but you looked kin to them, and kin shouldn’t abandon kin..”

Lurching back wearily from this green spirit, Mulan cast her eyes up quickly towards the helmet on her head that she obviously couldn’t see. 

Trying not to provoke the ghost into violent behavior, the soldier reached up and plucked the helmet off oh her head slowly and with shaking hands offered it to the green spirit. “Would- Would you like to s-see it?”

He needed to keep the conversation going. He’d aimed to learn more, and he would! No more “on the outside looking in”.

“Care to take a stroll with me? And, in the meantime, would it be an odd question to ask, oh, I don’t know, everything you know about the human race as a species?”

“It’d be my honor!”

He’d know where they were going, and she bet he could show her all sorts of things about the human dwellings, and their dens and the weird things they did when they came outside and hit long pieces of fabric, or herded animals in circles, or when they called one another silly things like “honey” and “pumpkin” or “you no-good-two-timing-shrew!”

She’d know where they went every day, and how they saw her forest, and what they did when they took her animal friends from her-- Though, some parts she was hesitant on learning. In the distance she could see signs hanging off buildings: One a long shape like a triangle attached to a rectangle, one shaped like a pig, another a portrait of a stern woman holding a human cup, another of what she knew was a spool of thread-- Curious and more curious, she began to get excited. What would she learn?! Where would they go?!

Out of the corner of his eye he looked back at the Sprite at her comment. With a sigh he fully faced her once again. The question left unasked was more than clear, even if it had only been there for a moment. Though he didn’t wish to answer it fully, it was at least best to say something rather then remain in silence.

Confusion rooted her: Where did he go if he didn’t have home? Did he wander, did he still spread fire? It hadn’t been that long of a rest-- Had it? Sprite’s brow knit and she studied him for a moment. Urúvion seemed sturdy enough on his own feet; it was hard to tell with creatures like him, or like herself if she was honest, the measure of their health and wellness on an exterior fashion. She could determine better if she could reach him--

But touch was out of the question, and his solid and short response put any end to that. Sprite stepped back and let her hands swing forward in front of her like an impatient child, swaying at the elbows, “That’s-- That’s alright. You don’t have too.”

She offered a careful smile, more nervous than anything, and stepped forward. Even with the distance between them she could feel the heat rolling beneath his skin, that raw and unguarded power that radiated out like bonfire songs and dashed embers. Warnings sprung up in her thoughts, and every piece of her said don’t-- But recklessness and curiosity thrilled her, and she reached out, brushing his arm with her fingertips. She tried to make the jolt less obvious as she pulled back, letting her hand brush down his arm instead of jerking away as she posed a question, careful to not let the pain spread out with her words:

“Why don’t you walk with me, then? I’m sure there’s a lot I haven’t seen yet! And much you haven’t, either.” She paused as she let her hand be hidden against her other hand, the burn tingling angrily. With a careful breath, she added,

“Oh, you’re talking my language! Roads are a fascination of mine. Always wanting to learn more about them and the people who tread them. People like me. Flesh and blood, you know the type, you are one. Me too. My name’s…” he blinked and paused for a moment in a visible grimace.

Oh no! They’ll be onto me now. I’m waiting too long. Think Genie! Think! Say the first thing that pops into your head:

After a moment of baffled confusion and a slight, “Huh?” she determined it wasn’t, turning to fixed her gaze back on the mysterious, excitable fellow. She tried for a bright smile, and laughed,

“Oh! Uhm- Good! Wow! It’s a pleasure, Gene, I’m--” She faltered. Sprite was not a common human name, was it? She could go by Titania-- Enough people knew that one, but then if he came to the woods to find her and she forgot-- No! Titania wasn’t safe! Maybe. Think! Think quickly! He’s looking at you and smiling and now your face hurts, and,

“I’m - Er- Poppy!” She beamed, and relaxed. Poppy was ordinary, and she could remember it. Poppy, like a flower! RIght-o! “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gene.”

 || PERSONAL ||

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic ||| good / gray / evil RELIGIOUS BELIEF: She hasn’t any in particular, but she is fond of them. SINS: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: Keep her forest safe and thriving, explore the world and spread trees and plants, understand more of life around her.

LANGUAGES KNOWN: Animal, Tree, and most Human. SECRETS: Sprite is a fairly open creature, and sometimes to a fault. She’s not sure what a secret is, and wouldn’t understand if someone were to keep one from her. QUIRKS: Spawns plant life and butterflies, with plans reacting to emotion. She likes to try to hide, but laughs a little too freely for it to be too effective; she’s quite fond of harmless pranks. (Or pranks that she deems harmless.)

SAVVIES: Growing / Seeking / Exploring / Enchanting / Following / Asking / Learning / Caring. 

|| PHYSICAL ||

BUILD: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other HEIGHT: She generally acclimates herself at around five feet tall, but has been known to change sizes depending on environment. She is careful to never appear imposing, however.  WEIGHT: Fluctuating. SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: She bears a charcoal black streak beneath her hair on the back of her neck; a reminder of the fire. ABILITIES/POWERS: Growth and life, natural powers, flight, speed and can change her appearance to a point.

RESTRICTIONS: Cannot transform into anything more animal or overtly too human; she remains thoroughly plant-like with the burden of blood, pain, and awareness. She knows what death feels like, and has learned that she, too, may have to live in fear of it. Whatever happens to her forest affects her.

|| FAVOURITES ||

FAVOURITE FOOD: Air and sunlight. FAVOURITE DRINK: Water  FAVOURITE PIZZA TOPPING: I think if you gave Sprite a pizza, her mind might explode trying to comprehend its workings. FAVOURITE COLOR: Presently, orange.  FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: She’s had singers stroll through her woods, so ballads! Goodness help if she learns that you know a song she doesn’t. FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE: BOOKS ARE APPALLING, TREE MURDERING CREATIONS. (Let’s stick to oral storytelling!) FAVOURITE MOVIE GENRE: What? FAVOURITE SEASON: Spring FAVOURITE BUTT TYPE: Every butt. FAVOURITE CURSE WORD: “Great uncle antelope!” (She’s not good at this.) FAVOURITE SCENT: Rain FAVOURITE QUOTE:  Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you. ~Walt Whitman

|| FUN STUFF ||

BOTTOM OR TOP: Bottom. LOUD BURPER OR SOFT BURPER: Loud. SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Yes. LIKES BAD PUNS: Please don’t let her start.

WAS TAGGED BY: everyone-runs-from-shere-khan

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“Yes, there’s no doubt about that.” He agreed with a small laugh, after all he knew full well how vocal the little Sprite could be.

Taking a soft breath, she met his eyes and her brow knit, before she swallowed and managed, “But then-- Where do you call home...?” She trailed off, perplexed, and murmured, “I hadn’t known-- It had trapped you there.”

So long as they didn’t go by or through any water, he felt he would be fine in any atmosphere the forests loaned to others Stitch tugged on Titania’s green robe.

She blinked, then looked down as he tugged at her. She floated down and then listened carefully, falling cautiously quiet as he explained. She nodded once, then spoke a little slower, a little calmer,

“You don’t like water? You sound like a friend of mine.” Her eyes lit up, and she chuckled,

“But that’s okay! It’s good to know that. So we won’t go to the waterfall, or the river, I promise. Maybe the Volcano, instead?”

  Now that was odd… They had a wonderful set up for a nice surprise scare- and they say hello? Perhaps scaring wasn’t part of their purpose? Mentally shrugging Jack decided to take a look at his greeter. Now she definitely wasn’t a human, but he would exactly call her a monster either. More of an elemental type, if he took into account her magical locks of hair. A thought had suddenly come to mind and he balled a hand into a bony fist and knocked it into his other open-palmed hand

“Ah. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen someone like you, a very long time. Hello indeed. My name is Jack Skellington. Did you by chance send me that note? The one that asked me to come to this forest?”

“You’re a human skeleton! Skellington? Sort of- I just-- I didn’t know they spoke!” She circled Jack quickly, trailing vines and flowers in her wake that curled and thorned to matched the atmosphere; she seemed to neither notice, nor mind as she inspected him,

Blue and wsipy: Genie floated over the rooftops of the village, and surveyed its people. He rubbed his wrists, the itch of the shackles never really going away even after they had been discarded a while ago. He had plans to replace the golden shackles with identical, but less tight, bracelets to maybe soothe the abscence of things that had sank into his skin for so long.

Getting his mind off of golden bands, Genie peeped down a chimney and looked over both shoulders before flying down the chute. A shot of blue smoke rose from the chimneytop and flew off to evaporate in the air, and another being crawled out after it. With dark skin and Arab dress, Genie, in the guise of a man, looked down to the people and matched their style a bit more with a snap of his fingers. There. New duds. No one would ask why he was blue. He was a bit tall though.

Oh well. People could be tall. He shrugged his shoulders and climbed down the side of the building with his own hands. He figured it was best to use this learning opportunity to rely as little on magic as possible. After all, he’d been using it constantly for thousands, if not millions, of collective years; there was no sure way to keep track, with Space and Time being inconsistent.

Time to learn new things from new people, without having to serve them for once. Genie beamed a bright smile and stroked his curly beard as he walked from out of the alleyway and nodded to a passing stranger.

“Hello, hi, hello, how’d’you do?” Genie cooed and waved to every stranger he passed. He was in a good mood, and in the best mood to learn from people more directly. After so long serving mortals, it was a nice change of pace to see how the grass was on the other side.

Sprite had been admiring a mural, shaped like flowers and vines on a far wall near a well, when the voice caused her to yelp and turn, jumping slightly. For a fraction of a second too long, she’d forgotten that not floating was crucial, and had landed hastily, “Oh! Uhm- Hello!”

She waved hurridly and thought frantically-- Human things! Fingernails, toes, not being ambidextrous, making strange symbols in the dirt, eating animals! She cleared her throat and puffed out her chest,