Creme had gotten sick and tired of all the Numa as of late, always wanting to play or be nosy or whatever and she was now wanting to just kill herself if she had to stick around them anymore. So she left the hum drum lifestyles of the others and ducked away to the forrest, there was a clearing there that she had made her own, making sure noone else knew about it, a cave lead there and there she felt calm, content, tranqual and even safe.
The clearing was beautiful, wild flowers bloomed, birds sung, a small stream ran through it, shaded by trees and she was at home with all the smidgeons, ploops and pleeps hung out and came and saw her. She was, in a way, their 'caregiver' of sorts, she helped the sick ones, the ones who didnt have a home, the ones who had been injured and more, however she just never liked to say anything to others.
She was a, at times, cruel and heartless, mean to others, she didnt want to get to know anyone, she liked keeping to herself and that is how she wished to stay, a loner with only the familures around her. She didnt want anyone else, she didnt need anyone else, she had her friends even if they were what people called 'familures', she was happy here.
She took off her bag once she reached the cave, ran through and out the other end, she set it down by the stream and took a seat where she ususally did and whistled and waited for her friends. Moments later a few Pleeps came towards her, happy to see her, a smidgeon peaking out from behind a tree made its way towrds her also, soon followed by several others.
She was now in her element, she was surrounded by her friends, she couldnt of asked for anything better "I have a treat for you today" she said as she picked up a pleep and kissed its head. She put it back on the ground and pulled her bag towards her, taking out some food for the pleeps, smidgeons and ploops and shared it out amongst them.
"Eat up my darlings, there is more if you need it" she said as she put the half empty bag back into her bag and sat back and watched her friends, enjoying the look of them eating and the sound of nothing but the running stream and the birds in the trees.
