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 Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 8:37 am
She beamed proudly, glad that she could have helped. "That's what I do whenever I'm upset or feeling down. I think of something happy! And if I can't think of anything happy enough, I make something up."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:58 am
He nodded along as she spoke, explained her own way of making herself happy. There was definitely some wisdom to what she said, whether she realised it or not.
'Think happy, to become happy,' essentially. That was definitely something that Betula would carry with him for the rest of his days. It was good advice for anyone, and he could even see himself allowing others to share these words of wisdom in the future.
He rolled over, tucking his legs underneath him, and neatly stood up in one fluid movement. Turning to face the perky little usdia, he bowed his head and spoke gently, "Think happy, to become happy." One look in her eyes and then he was turning away to be on his way once more.
He had learned a valuable lesson today, and had managed to clear his mind of the horrid thoughts that strayed out of his control earlier. As he walked on, the wind would pick up two heartfelt words meant for the kind usdia.
"Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 8:56 am
"Welcome?" Blossom replied, though she didn't think that he had heard her. She wasn't even certain she had really heard him. She could have just imagined it. But he had sounded happy, which was a far cry from how he had been when she first saw him, so she chose to believe she had heard his words on the wind.
In all honesty, Blossom didn't understand why he acted like she had imparted some sort of sage wisdom. Think happy to be happy. Seemed obvious to her. After all, life was just your own perception, and you could choose how you perceived things. But if he wanted to think that it was a wise bit of advice, so be it. Whatever made him happy.
With a small smile and feeling pleased with herself, she turned and started a brisk, playful pace down the hill, off to pester...er...help the next Soquili she met.
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