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The Wishing Tree (2) : Your wish is only said to come true if you grant the wish of someone else; when you write your wish, you must also take one off of the tree and do your best to grant it. What wish do you pull off, and how do you intend to ‘grant’ it? Do you work with someone else to grant this wish, or do you work alone? You may get approval from another player to use the wish their character hung up, but no names are attached so your character may not ever know who wrote it!
She didn't feel right writing a wish down, because with time passing asss it did and uncle Uriah busy, her grandfather busy, and the like, she just... Wanted a friend, a com,panion.. Someone to talk top. Even if allowed, she didn't feel right asking for that of a stranger, so she wished for nothing and collected a wish instead to offer her own good will and help. She found a wuisah she could do, simple and innocent in a child's scrawl, and Cherish knnew exactly what to do. She called to make the necissary arrangements, and was soon buying the materials. Her work was meticulous. She made arrangements anonymously, before buying each component carefully, assessing them rigidly before rea she sat at hggome, hands a-flurry as she worked on making them.
She was bombing the children's hospital, of course. It seemed there weren't enough things to cheer the children up and Cherish, for her part, was having none of that, and so she worked tirelessly. Her bombs were a clumsy kind, but she studied ample tutorials before visiting the home improvement store to buy the most important ingredient. And she needed to make sure the payload delivery syustems were colorful and happy, something childrten could ewnjoy seeing and, if there were those inclined not admitted, help. After all, they deserved something vibrant., And she meant to present flower bombs as very serious business. Her basket waited for the bombs, and she worked to ensure they suited the hospitel.
She asked the best kinds for them, asked aftyer the varieties familiers were drawn to, and in each pulp batch she opiled in the seeds evenly to let them grow safely. Her molds were many colors and shapes, and some went into little gift baghs when dry with planting and care instructions for interested families -- these were flower shaped flower bombs, while the ones for the hospital exploded wiuth shape variety -- flowqers and stars and hearts in teeny molds of silicon to cheer all of the children, because she was going to be planting her crafts in the day,in case older siblings wanted to help -- or younger.
Cherish's eyes fell on her wisher's paper again, rereading the plea with the regard reserved for leaders, and she smiled. No, she didn't know her little wisher, but their parent had to have tied it to the tree for them. Cherish smiled sadly at the thought before refocusing her thoughtd on wwork. The following morning, Cherish began removing her dried seed bombs, snd placed a large amount in her basket. Pink and yellow and blue asnd purple and orange and white all radiated from hearts, flowers, stars -- all ready to plant and bring life. And, as Cherish withdraw her esxtra special surprise, she snuck a small metal; iotem in her pocket, before making the small giftt packks of flowers, and, at last, loaded up her car. Her massive basket was mounded over with her handcrafted flower bombs, and with the grim seriousness of a soldier and wish in her pocket, she drive for the children's hospital. Cherish informed the hospital of her arrival, and turned, facing the grounds, and withdrew a ttrowel like a woman enteringg battle, and with a gay skip in her step, she pranced to the courtyard first. She began digging and laying her seed bombs in soil, working to fill as much unused space as possible, cautious around rose bushed and other bushy or thorny plants to not p***k herself. Sometimes, children visiting siblings whom were bored came and sometimes, bored siblings visiting came asking to help. Cherish allowed it, digging them holes and explaining how to plant each seed bomb. This soon drew throngs of siblings flooding the courtyard, full of children and bored teens planting and lauyghing, windows seeing little eyes peering out in wonder at the excitement. Cherish, for the most part, minded what went where, showing where to plant, what needed more seeds, as she assessed the courtyard. Soon enough, her basket emptied, and the children petered off, many talking to parents and siblings excitedly, some even stopping to get a gifty packet of their own seed bomb to plant at home when their sibling came home, or as 'get well' surp[rise plants. Cherish sigfhed, before her eyes trailed the courtyard. Amidst planting soil and dirt, in free patches she spotted the tell-tale decorations of the celebrations... Mushrooms and fairy house, sparkling lights in bushes, but... No fairies. Cherish withdrew hewr little metal bauble aty last, before carefully planting a spike into the dirt, and smiles, stepping back as the finy fairy peeked out of hiding, where all of the children might see it, before turning to deliver her remaining flower bomb packets to the nurses' styation, smiling as small hands carried packets out already, telkling parents of their help in the courtyard making it a flower garden, with more flowers than EVER.
Cherish walked for the car slowly, packing her basket, her trowel, aand her small watering can, and drove for the part. Cherish parked near a big old oak in the park, and emerged tiredly, wirthdrawing her trowel and a couple deformed seed boimbs she'd held back, and knelt at the roots, looking at the wishj one final time.
I wish somebody made the fairies happy in the children's hospitul' The wish read. Cherish hoped she satisfied the small wisher, and smiled faintly at the crayon scribble, holding it to her heart gently.
"I hope you like the flowers and the little fairy visitor, little one." Cherish murmured to it. "And if you're there, I hope you feel better soon."
Hwe troiwel bore into the dirt firmly, fishing up soil as she dug three holes, before dropping a seed boimb in two of them, and the wish in the third, patting the soil lightly over them befiore using the last sprinkles in her watering can toi encourage the seeds to gherminate, and she smiled, sniffling just slightrly.
She only hoped flower bombing the children's hospital made a small, sick or hurt little face smile again soon.
