Gramps

Where to find

Hmm? Yuelia who?

Oh, yes. The little girl in the white hood?

The one who smells like butterflies?

You don't often meet young ladies like herself that are interested in hearing an old man prattle on...

She loved my tales. Listened like a good girl. Even my own grandchildren don't care for my stories! HA!

I try to find that funny...because it's kind of sad.

Ah well. I did just see Yuelia, though. She said she was getting ready for some sort of big journey.

And then she went to the library. A reader she is, eh? Readers are the eyes of history, you know.

The little girl in white said she was going off to the library. Such a sweet girl, that one.

No, my winged friend. This is the Goddess Statue.

Ha ha... Why, yes, I do believe in kismet.

I think kismet may have brought us both together to view the Goddess at this very moment.

Would you like to hear a story about the Goddess, my chatty, hovering friend?

It begins in the olden times. Back before you were born. Before I was born. Before dirt was born.

About two years before needless snark...

Anyway, Reveria had fallen prey to great corruption and decay. Its citizens had all lost the will to work!

Their world fell into disarray. But a few people pleaded to the Goddess. She heard their wishes—

Not really, my sharp-tongued flutterer. Perhaps you would benefit from listening before you speak.

You see, the Goddess grew tired of granting individual wish after individual wish...

so she came up with the brilliant idea of giving her people the power to fulfill each other's wishes!

She knew that if her people would just dedicate their time to creating rather than wishing...

they could help one another achieve...well, anything they wanted!

The Goddess knew the key was to help each person find something that he or she loved to do.

So she created a variety of things that would help people find their passion, to find their—

Yes, my interruptive scaly wing! She taught Reverians how to fulfill one another by pursuing a Life.

No...that's why some call her the Life Goddess. Shame. Seems to be fewer and fewer people working toward their wishes these days...

Because fewer and fewer youngsters are taking up a Life these days. It's all happening again, you see.

Yes, my optimistic lepidopteran! You sound just like the great Goddess herself!

Oh, I'm an old man, my keenly mottled invertebrate. My days of wishing are well behind me.

That's quite the ambitious task, my flappy, flappy, flying friend.

If you think you can help someone with a wish, you shouldn't hesitate to lend a hand!

Oh, how rude of me, my talkative, airborne insect! What would your wish be?

That is no secret... That is a cruel trick, my butterfly.

Let me recover from that, and perhaps I can come up with a wish of my own for you.

In the meantime, please take this as a gift, my little piece of discursive, floating animalia.

May the Goddess watch over you and help you achieve a most fulfilling Life.