Welcome to Gaia! ::

With a sad sigh, she snapped shut the journal, placing the pen on top of it and setting it upon the ground. She could not stop thinking about her spirit. What was to become of it?

She wished that she did not feel so dreadfully pessimistic, but she had grown to love her little friend. She had even become convinced that it cared about her in return. Was all of that effort in vain? Would whatever was becoming of the spirit amid the great mist in the tree chase it away forever?

She still thought upon that day when her spirit had shown noticeable signs of depression. She also remembered how the spirit bore no ill feelings towards her, even in its mood. If the depression was not a thing of her doing, what was it? Had the spirit been remembering things of its past life, or was its sadness simply a trait it had once possessed?

There were so many questions, none of which could be answered. Picking up her journal and pen once more, she opened to a fresh sheet and began to sadly doodle away, the beginning shadows of a sketch of a familiar spirit soon embracing the length of the page.

She had always seemed to have a habit of dozing off at the most inopportune times. Indeed, when she woke up, she received quite the shock.

The enormous tree of Kyendi, while always a beautiful sight, was truly indescribable now. It was absolutely glowing with life. The mist had vanished, leaving behind the breathtaking spectacle of the massive tree. Glittering lights seemed to dance to and fro about the thick, lush foliage. It was truly a vision of glory.

Finally overcoming her momentary awe, she thought of one thing and one thing alone. It took her only moments to dart and sprint up the winding stairs, dashing to the right where they forked off, past the two platforms and up to the shelf. She could clearly see the relic now, and within it, there was a soft, steady pulsation of colorful light. She hesitated while trying to catch her breath, pausing just before stepping upon the shelf, not wanting to frighten the spirit with a loud entrance. Instead, she approached the relic softly and slowly, peering inside when she could to steal a peek at her friend.

It was huddled in a corner of the relic, apparently rather bored and not just a little depressed. However, upon spotting signs of movement, it seemed to look up, and upon spotting and recognizing its companion, immediately bobbed forward and gave as much of an enthusiastic flip as it could in its small quarters, its colors growing more and more vivid in its rising happiness.

Its joy was infectious, and a wide grin had found its way onto her face, as well. "I'm happy to see you, too, friend. You have no idea how much I missed you; I'm really sorry that I had to go away at all."

The spirit, having now forgotten its sadness and loneliness, waved a flickering tendril a bit, as if to shrug off the incident with a, "Nah, it's alright."

Things were finally back to normal, or as normal as they had ever been.