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Sonja stared at this question for a little bit. She opened her mouth to answer, before slowly closing it. I really don’t think I can answer with “making people happy…” She had to think about it a little more before she could really answer. What could she do, or… what would she do that puts a smile on people’s faces?

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. She already knew how to do this, luckily enough. “Ah! Cook! Because at the end of the day, you can be satisfied with a good meal and a good meal at any time would be able to pick you up just like that!”

ASK MEME // SUN: do you believe optimism is always good? what do you have optimism in?

Optimism was a tool for the weak who needed something to believe in when they’re own gifts weren’t enough to get them through. A word that people used to hide the fact that they were scared of the uncertain. Michelle was anything but an optimist, but, she did understand the need for optimism when you had nothing else to lean on. However, regardless of how much you believed that smiling through any situation would cause you to achieve your goals, it wasn’t always the case. Michelle had learnt that from a very young age.

“Optimism isn’t always good, but it can be a great tool!” she exclaimed. “Especially when it comes to speaking about my talents as a magician and the things that it shall bring me. After all, I am a master at my trade, hehe~!” Michelle paused. “However, it is the fear of the uncertain and the idea of doubt that causes me to be so successful, so if people believed I could pull off my tricks, they wouldn’t come.”

​Whoooooaa. Adonea certainly had the right idea in mind when it came to the newest technology. What were they?  Forward thinkers? Goddess, that just didn’t seem like the right word for their caliber. Curiosity danced on the surface of her eyes, flicking from the sleek exhaust pipes to the austere wood planks lining the walls. Officially, they said this thing was run on fuel and steam but… but… the rumors had it that it was also run on magic. Magic! Stars blinked in her eyes. Heck, she couldn’t figure out what a country so closed off from Razalune, so radically different– would operate.

Was the whole magic thing– real?

It was so hard to wrap her head around that, but after she met the Goddess face-to-face, she supposed she couldn’t say otherwise. And that– that! Was immensely amusing to her. (It’d only make life more fun anyway, haha!) With a skip to her step, Claire strolled down the cabin hallways, as her reflection glided down each of the well-polished pipes. Weird glass tubes filled with colorful liquids were attached in strange places, and about fifty theories bubbled to the surface of her mind by the sheer look of them. She was so engrossed in the crafting of this giant behemoth that she didn’t notice the obvious. There was no one else left, down in the cabins.

By the time she was up on deck, Claire gave a quick look about and took note of how oddly quiet things were. Too quiet. She knew separating from the tour guide was okay– he even said so! Ah– but at least there was still one girl still aboard! With brunette curls aflame and tussling in the slight breeze. Tapping on her shoulder, Claire peeked over from behind the pretty girl to flash her a signature lopsided grin.

“Hey! The name’s Claire, nice to meet you, haha!” Scratching the back of her neck, she held out her other for a firm handshake. “I was starting to wonder if the airship tour just up and left us behind.”

“But, hey. Even if it did, at least this ship’s got you and I on board, huh?”

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Bluebell was quaint.

The town was nice enough, she supposed. Castanet was nicer, but she lived there so the place was becoming stale. Witch wanted a change of scenery after feeling cramped in Fugue Forest. So she rode her broomstick to Bluebell. Breathing in new air was refreshing. She watched the townsfolk and enjoyed the breeze, feeling carefree. The town wasn’t incredibly interesting though. Isn’t there another town around here she can visit? Was it Konoha--

She caught sight of a sign. She read it over and over, unwilling to believe what she was reading. It seemed Bluebell was inhabited by cruel humans.

Cats, they were selling cats. What kind of hellish place was this? Cats were independent creatures; they choose their own humans. Offering them for sale was disgusting, as if cats would ever agree to such a thing. Dogs being sold was acceptable since they loved to serve humans. But cats were fickle, picky animals; they took their precious time choosing their person. Being sold to the highest bidder robbed them of that choice. Her mind was made up -- she was going to free these cats.

She stormed into the shop and marched up to the counter. She slammed her hands down onto the surface, eyes ablaze with rage.