Don't Be Afraid To Be Who You Are - Isle Side

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The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down

Just over a week after the Isle visit people would find themselves drawn outside. The weather was finally getting warmer, but that wasn't all of it. A strange foul smelling - and fairly toxic - mold had begun growing in some of the classrooms. Thankfully not the ones where people were sleeping but it was still enough to make it unpleasant to remain indoors. Some might blame the growth of the mold on a certain obsessive compulsive cleaner, though others might say that he just discovered it and accidentally gave it access to oxygen and such.

Whichever the reason, sleeping outside for a few days was sounding like a better and better plan with every passing minute. Even the drizzling weather couldn't make the indoors terribly appealing for anyone with a sense of smell.

And it was over night on one such night that the rain was... different. Warmer and a bit tingly. And some people would awaken quite a bit older than when they fell asleep, perhaps. Their memories might have caught up with their age, or might come to them slowly. However it happens, there might be some very confusing moments as those who seemed to be young just a moment before are now... less so.

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Weirdly, there was something good to come not long after the rain. In addition to aging some folks up, it also seemed to wash away the worst of the mold, allowing people to return indoors once more. And each of them would find, soon after, in some place that they considered theirs... a small gift. It was rare that positive things happened on the Isle, but perhaps this was a sign of things to come.

Or perhaps even a broken clock is right once in a blue moon...

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[elvendryad]

Chell was, as ever, easy to find, should anyone try. Or even if they weren't trying. He'd be working on dismantling a thornbush or two for wood, in the area he'd been concentrating his efforts previously... or out fishing. The rain hadn't seemed to do much to him; perhaps the fresh water was simply what he'd needed, being a tree-based creature. A few tiny leaves were starting to form in his twig-crown, not just tiny hints of green buds among the small black orbs that were the growing berries... but his cloak was looking bushier too, thicker and a little brighter.

If there had been any other effects from it, he wasn't mentioning such.

Gifts, though....

He found his when he went to check on the stew pot. If someone were to peek into that room, they'd find him sitting a little distance from the makeshift hearth, legs crossed in front of him, an embroidered quilt somewhat open over his lap as he inspected it. He was silent, not looking up from it just yet, intent on the needlework portraits of... well, they were people, certainly, but one would surely need to ask, to find out more.

[fallen_child]

Gifts

Having been sent by Foulques to find Chell, Chara was looking for him while clutching a book. Finding Chell where Chell usually was, Chara headed over then stopped short. "Are you good crying too?" Chara asked, suddenly unsure.