Event Log: September, The Price of Revolution p1

[faileas]

Event Log: September, The Price of Revolution Part 1

I. The Freedom Festivities Behind the fortress-like walls of Dorchacht, what was once a gloomy, imposing city is lit up for the festivities to come. Septeril brings with it many mixed emotions for the citizens of what used to be called The Black City, though the overwhelming atmosphere is positive - this is a celebration of freedom hard-earned and prosperity hard-fought-for. The triple stars of the Resistance, now the current reigning party, feature heavily in decorations and in clothing: in pins, on hats, golden stars enchanted into fabric to dance merrily across skirts and cloaks. Stars light up the streets in decorative strings hung from lamppost to lamppost, flickering gently over the cobblestones. Mirrors, as well, feature into the decor, tiny round ones hung in multitudes from awnings and in windows like ornaments, catching the light and playing it across the otherwise-utilitarian architecture, lending it a sort of understated beauty. Much of Dorchacht has been rebuilt and repurposed by necessity since the uprising last year, and many new small businesses and restaurants are being featured at the festival - their goods or their foods on display in markets of street-side stalls or on the feast tables. Local handmade wares and crafts are out for sale for modest prices, and every sale helps out both the small business, many of which are started by former slaves, and helps the local economy, which is better these days but still recovering. The festivities go for six days, almost a full week, with feasting and bonfires every evening, and tours and tales of the city by day, as they display the changes for the better they have all made. And then, on the final evening, all are invited to watch a grand fireworks show that will be put on in the skies over Dorchacht, presided over by the Circle of Three themselves. Mirrorbound are welcomed warmly, whether they were present last year or not, and treated much like family - get ready to be pulled into activities and plied with food left and right. a. Join the Fun The children of Dorchacht are out by the dozens during the festivities, excited by all the freely-offered, special sweet treats and the magical sparklers and poppers being handed out by the fistful. The poppers explode when thrown to the ground in bursts of bright colors, completely harmless, and the sparklers are enchanted not to burn little (or big) hands if mishandled. Mirrorbound passing through may find themselves roped into elaborate pretend games of revolution by eager faces: the children name themselves either Resistance members or Mirrorbound, and 'do battle' with their magic fireworks against scarecrow-like constructions cloaked in dark bed sheets as 'the bad guys'. Depending on one's perspective, it may seem dark, but this is what these children have known very recently in their lives, and their caretakers or parents (there are more of the former than the latter, especially for the young Monsters) let them play as they will. If asked, they'll just explain that some of those kids even remember the fighting when it happened; this is just another way that they try to understand how the city has changed. More organized, family-friendly reenactment performances are also common, with several of the orphanage groups putting on small plays about the uprising, or moral plays about kindness and togetherness between Witches and Monsters. This includes a prominent set of performances by the Mirrored Hearts Home for Children - maybe you're helping out with their sets or costumes, or maybe you assisted with their scripts and songs. Those Mirrorbound volunteers will want to see the kids do well, right? They'll be heartbroken if you don't show. Of course, kids aren't the only ones doing reenactments. The newly formed Dorchacht Historical Society, dedicated to protecting Dorchacht's history going forward, puts on several - and may drag in passers-by to play different roles! Only the luckiest are begged to play the role of The Dragon, who valiantly rose up against their cruel former master, Morgana, and helped lead Dorchacht to where they are today. b. Forget-Me-Not While the overall air is celebratory, among the adults who are old enough to understand just what was lost as well as gained, there is an undercurrent of sombre remembrance. Many visit the burned-out Old Coven, left as damaged as it was when the fighting ceased, as a monument to how freedom fighters suffered and fought. Plaques dot the grounds and buildings there seemingly at random, until you realize that each metal plate bearing names is laid where someone died. To decorate these plaques, and homes and businesses as well, there are tables set up in the yard of the New Coven, heavy with a rainbow of small magical flowers called Forget-Me-Nots, and the supplies to make remembrance wreaths. In this new tradition, the flowers are chosen with a dead, missing, or simply absent loved one in mind, and woven together with glass beads, small wooden charms, and a spell written on a slip of paper. The enchanted fragrance of the Forget-Me-Nots allows whoever smells them to witness short, happy memories of the person the wreath was made for - whether they knew that person or not. The memories come from the wreath-maker, and are only short flashes (less than a minute long) or mere impressions, but all are pleasant or warming. With the spell woven in, they'll last for an entire year without wilting or losing their effects, a souvenir from the festival to take home. Mirrorbound are encouraged to join in, and make wreaths of their own, whether or not they lost someone in Dorchacht's uprising. It can be for someone who has disappeared from Geardagas, someone who died long ago, someone living they miss from home, anyone who is not currently with them.

II. The Uninvited Guests On the 25th, the final day of the celebrations, the partying lasts all day. Food and drink are abundant on every corner, upbeat music is played by street performers and over the radios that can be found in nearly every household and shop, and the bonfires have been enchanted to let the flames take fanciful shapes. Drinking games and dancing, storytelling and general partying all last clear into the evening, but once dusk falls, everyone gathers in the center square of the city for the fireworks show. The Three are there - the Witches Bryn and Hilda, and the Monster known as The Dragon, Starlight, or formerly Fafnir - with Nessie and Mhairi as guests of honor, and Hilda is the one to set off the first enchanted fireworks, after a brief speech thanking everyone for coming out to celebrate a year of freedom and independence with them. It's with bursts of colorful light in the night sky behind her that she seems to appear from nowhere: tall, dark and imposing, a sharp-eyed Witch that exudes power. Morgana Drummond is not alone, either, flanked by a dozen rough-worn Witches and a host of others. The chaos that ensues is immediate and violent. "All of this for me?" Drummond sneers. Attacks bounce off her, no matter how powerful - even Nessie's considerable spells. Witches will be able to sense the strong barrier spell close-fit around her body, and the others around her will not let Monsters get close. It's The Dragon who speaks, voice rough from disuse but loud enough: "How dare you return here-" "I built this city in all the ways that matter. I was never going to let you have it. You burned away my Dorchacht, so now I will make sure there is nothing left of yours but ashes." a. To Sleep, Perchance Unreachable, Morgana Drummond's form limns in a sickly violet light, the circle of a spell forming beneath her feet, steadily growing as her power gathers. So much magic gathered in one spot is bound to be felt by all the Mirrorbound, Witch and Monster alike, oppressive in nature as if it could steal the breath from your lungs. Perhaps it truly was a fluke that she was driven from Dorchacht, a happy accident caused by a timely distraction. The spell circle spreads, glowing, until it envelops the entire city, and it pulses once, blinding, before it sears itself across Dorchacht's streets and buildings in burnt lines and symbols. The fireworks continue to pop and burst overhead, casting shadows that seem suddenly sinister. Nothing happens for just a moment - and then all the people of Dorchacht collapse in waves. Next to a stunned Nessie and furious Mhairi, Bryn, Hilda, and the Dragon fall into a heap as well, the final three bodies to hit the ground. Mirrorbound and citizens of Aefenglom do not fall prey to the sleeping spell despite being in its area of effect. It happens in the span of just a few minutes, and then Morgana is gone in the blink of an eye, leaving her people to sow terror on the sleeping city. b. Battle on the Streets While she brought with her only a dozen Witches from her former Coven, she's collected a force in the Wilde. Blank-eyed rogue necromancers, mind controlled the way the Monsters of Dorchacht used to be, storm the streets controlling in turn their dead Monsters and creatures. A few even have with them dead Nuckelavee, which will require multiple fighters to take out. Wilders from Dorchacht gone missing on expeditions in the last year bear the signs of mind control as well - the ones who aren't dead, shambling around the necromancers. Maybe you recognize them, maybe you don't. Maybe you can help them, or maybe you can't. The mind control enchantments can be dispelled with a lot of effort or with the specific spells used often by the Resistance a while ago, for those who still remember it. In the slums of Dorchacht, the people who were convinced of Morgana's return, those who want to return to the days of slavery and terror, break free from the now-sleeping guards and failing wards that kept them contained and join the fighting, manic in their glee. The spell that put the rest of Dorchacht to sleep seems to slip right off them, perhaps sensing their loyalty to terrible causes. It is chaos, as the insurgents set fires and attack at will with magic, claws, weapons, anything they have. Mirrorbound will soon realize that they and the visitors from Aefenglom are not the only targets. The sleeping people of Dorchacht are ripe for the killing, unable to react or defend themselves. The fighting will continue into the night until the invaders are all dead or captured.

III. The Aftermath When the fighting ends, the work begins. An entire city deep in the throes of an enchanted sleep is a worst-case scenario that none of them could have predicted, even those who had a hunch Morgana didn't die out in the unexplored Wilde. Miss Nessie and Mhairi will remain on the scene helping to direct the aid efforts in the aftermath of the battle. Fires must be put out, corpses must be rounded up to be buried or burned, captured attackers must be secured and questioned, sleeping citizens must be whisked from the streets to safety and shelter, and buildings ensured to be safe in the meantime. Aefenglom's Coven are called in to assist, anyone who is available, and Mirrorbound help is more than welcomed. They will need everyone they can get to make sure not all is lost in this tragic attack. Nessie herself will ensure the Three are taken to safety in Aefenglom until the people of Dorchacht can be woken. Action needs to be taken quickly. Morgana needs to be found as soon as possible, and capable hands will be needed to search the Wilde far outside Dorchacht, the most likely place for her to go. More urgently, however, are the sleeping citizens. Nessie announces late the next evening, the normally-bubbly woman gone solemn and serious: "I believe I've found a counter-ritual for the spell that nasty woman used, I have. I will need your help, though, Mirrorbound. Volunteers only, of course, of course, as it's likely to be quite dangerous, though the Dreamers and I will take every precaution we can. Discuss among yourselves, decide if you're willing. Those who are, meet at the Coven at midnight on the 27th. It's not right to just leave them all like that, not right at all..."

Welcome to September's event log, Part 1 of The Price of Revolution! This event will continue in the TDM posted on the 21st, with a foray into purposeful dreamwalking. It will be a hybrid test drive and event that current characters will be allowed to top level on as well. Quests into the Wilde to search for Morgana will currently bear no fruit beyond small clues, but Part 2 in early October will deal with her whereabouts and her final fate. As always, direct your questions about the event HERE! And finally, for those who are wondering what's up with Dorchacht, we have a Setting update for you.

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Sora | Kingdom Hearts | Puca

[oathkeeper]

[a. join the fun]

[The celebrations are in full swing and Sora can be found joining in a lot of the games and re-enactments of revolution between the kids with games of tag and the like. He knows how important it was for Dorchacht to be freed because now he can see all of these free monster children running about and playing and laughing. Some of them might not have families or homes yet but that is all coming together for the better each day. Sora is happy to spread a little bit of cheer and do his part.

He comes up to anyone nearby and passes out magical sparklers and poppers to anyone who wants them.]

Here, these are for you! Take as many as you need! Light up the sky!

[He grins and his long rabbit ears twitch as he turns back towards the crowd of festivities. He then raises his hands and claps them to create a flourish of magic light in the air. Sparks and blue dust fly up and reveal a very whimsical and cartoon looking creature in the sky. It floats like a balloon before it pops and rains down sparkly lights all over the place. It is a puca’s special illusion magic!]

[b. forget-me-nots]

[If someone happens to be making wreaths out of the fragrant forget-me-nots they might suddenly find a small fuzzy-looking brown rabbit looking up at them with bright ocean blue eyes. The rabbit sits there and sniffs at the flowers that you might have. His little rabbit nose twitching and twitching. A small clawed paw comes up to pat or tug at the flowers. Like he wants you to give him one or two.

This happens to be Sora in his full rabbit form. He’s not very good at transforming back yet. So now he’s stuck as a rabbit and wants to snack on some flowers. What sort of memories will be shared if the little rabbit ears the flower? Who knows!

Give him a flower! Or pick him up?? Just don’t put him in a stew.]

[c. to sleep, perchance]

[When Morgana Drummond appears Sora can’t help but think how much she reminds of Maleficent. She’s looming and dark and the chaos that she inflicts on the city checks out. When the fireworks go astray and all of the people around him start dropping like flies he quickly tries to do his best to collect the children falling in the streets.]

Hey! Help me! We’ve gotta get everyone somewhere safe!

[Everyone is falling asleep right where they’re standing and people could get hurt. If they can just get them inside or move the sleeping bodies so they don’t’ get hurt then that would be a good first step to figuring out this dilemma.]

Did anyone see where Morgana went?!

[d. wildcard]

[got something else? throw it down here too!]

closed to vanitas

[oathkeeper]

[The fireworks were something Sora wanted to see as soon as he discovered there was going to be a display. Fireworks are bright and colourful and full of magic and life. And now he thinks it's something he wants to see to help keep his mind off sadder things.

The display is going to start soon in the town square but Sora thinks maybe a quieter place to watch them might be better. He turns to Vanitas and asks,]

Let's find somewhere higher up to watch the fireworks!

[He's being awfully cheerful considering who it was that just left this world.]

[darkcharge]

[ Honestly this comes as no surprise to Vanitas. Naturally Sora would want to go to a festival. He always does. Van just figures that he is always going to get yanked along for the ride. However, he can't really complain. Vanitas has grown to like these outtings. Knowing that there are fireworks just makes him all the more determined to watch.

Kind of like during the star showers. ]

You want me to find another roof?

[ Now Van figures that the whole disappearing of that person is probably bitter sweet. Happy to see him return home but going to miss and long all the same. Sora probably just doesn't want to think about it. Probably wants that distraction. ]

[oathkeeper]

[A distraction is right. Something as brilliant and wonderful as the star showers... Sora smiles softly at the other boy and reaches out and taps the back of his hand with a few times.]

Hmmh! But not too far from the main plaza. Let's go!

[Use some of that magical teleportation magic. Vanitas has gotten so much better with magic that all those days reading books like a nerd must've really paid off.]

[darkcharge]

[ Sora doesn't need to reach out and touch his hand. In fact, Van snatches it up and tugs Sora a bit closer. The Puca is going to need to hold on. Van is going to use that teleportation magic to get them on a rooftop of a shop. Right along the edge of the plaza. ]

You think right here will be good enough?

[oathkeeper]

[And that's exactly what he had been expecting! None the less it makes Sora let out a yelp of wonder at the entire spell and Vanitas' skill. It's amazing how fast he's gotten at this. Sora's not even disoriented. He peers over the edge of the building and grins. He can still see the entire plaza from here. And the sky is clear.]

This is great! The best spot! We'll be able to see everything and skip all the crowds!

[That's great for both of them, isn't it?]

B

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot had been in the middle of making a wreath for a dear friend, using white and bright blue flowers entirely. He can't say he's that experienced in making wreaths, but he's good enough with his hands to make it work.

But when he notices the rabbit sniffing his flowers? He pauses. Maybe in a more logical state of mind, he'd realize this was just a coincidence and nothing more. But when you're working on a wreath for a loved one who went by the codename of Rabbit...]

No way...M-Millium?

[To the people he healed, Elliot always tried to keep up composure. A warm and gentle smile to reassure the people he healed. But in this moment, that composure breaks. Tears rapidly start forming in his eyes, and grief openly appears on his face.

With quaking fingers, he'll reach over to try to touch the rabbit's fur. He sniffs a little, talking quietly.]

Aidios...you got your color wrong, but...

[Sorry Sora. This is probably pretty awkward for you]

[oathkeeper]

[Sora's little blue eyes blink quickly. He's not too sure who Millium or Aidios are but the expression on his friend's face makes him feel so concerned. Elliot looks so sad and he's never seen Elliot look like that before. Does Sora look like an old pet friend he used to have? That's gotta be it!

But since Sora can't speak like this and he's kind of stuck in this form right now all Sora can do is make a small gentle chittering noise before he paws at Elliot again. His little brown ears twitch this way and that like he's listening to every word. Pick him up...! He doesn't mind the pets and if he can comfort a friend in this fuzzy-bun-mode he's gonna try!]

[fiddlestick]

[Oh Sora it's much worse than a pet. But you're a sweet boy.

He notices the bunny paw at him, clearly looking to pick up. Elliot's not going to decline this, carefully scooping up the bunny into his arms and petting his fur. He's continuing to sniff as the tears come on. ]

I'm sure I look ridiculous... [Petting a bunny and crying, yeah] Where'd you come from anyway?

[oathkeeper]

[Aww. He doesn't think Elliot looks ridiculous at all. Sora cries all the time about weirder things so crying about missing a friend or a pet is really nothing to be worried about.

Sora can't reply but he does nuzzle his little bunny nose against Elliot's shirt. Cuddling in in hopes that it cheers Elliot up. The only indication that Sora is from anywhere around here is the way his eyes are so blue it's almost human. He blinks up at Elliot and makes a happy little chittering noise.

Don't worry or be sad, Elliot!]

[fiddlestick]

[Sora is a soft good boy, very appreciated.

Maybe there is something off about those eyes, but Elliot is no rabbit expert so it's not like he would notice that. He just knows that the bunny is very nice and reassuring. He keeps holding onto him, working through his emotions through pets and some crying.

Eventually he does piece himself together enough to respond in a more coherent fashion. ]

....You're probably really confused right now, I'm sure. Sorry.

b

[piromare]

Oh...

( a rabbit. he knows what one of these are, but he's also never seen one with such piercing and familiar looking eyes? the color of the fur, too. when lio reaches down and slips a hand under the bunbun's body, he raises it right up toward the flowers. )

... here. You want these, don't you? ( he pauses for a moment. ) Just don't eat them all. These wreaths and flowers... they mean a lot.

[oathkeeper]

[Sora recognizes Lio quickly! His little bunny ears wiggle and twitch as he's lifted and he lets out a grateful little chittering noise. Thank you! Thanks!

He chomps right into the flowers that he can now reach. His little teeth pulling several of the petals into his mouth to chew and nibble at. They're sweet like candy and make his mouth tingle. Delicious. He'll try not to eat too many but he might need to be pulled away from them... Nom nom.

What are these flowers for again? He's listening!]

[piromare]

They're for memories. Good ones, I think. At least the ones I saw not too long ago were okay.

( of galo, of home. of saving his friends, of seeing a happy ending for all of them. he had been picking the seeds to bring them back for these flowers, it seems?

carefully, lio brings the bunny back up to his face, holding him precariously close to very sharp harpy teeth. )

But I think about my friends here, and I hope... I don't want them to forget me either.

( he gently bumps the rabbit with his forehead. )

[oathkeeper]

[Sora's little blue eyes go a bit wider when he's brought right up to Lio's cheek. Those teeth look very very sharp to a little bunny like him but Sora doesn't feel too afraid. He's pretty sure Lio wouldn't just bite his head off.

... He hopes!

So he puts a tiny fuzzy paw on Lio's cheek and nuzzles the other when their foreheads are bumped together. Nuzzle nuzzle.

Having eaten some of the petals Sora does feel a bit of the memory of Lio saving his friends. Happy endings and missed friends. He knows those feel so well so he nuzzles close. If Lio happens to be near those flowers and can smell them he'll get a small memory of a warm beach and ocean waves in return.]

c

[exsoldier]

[ After a full week of celebrating, maybe Zack should have known that the other shoe was going to drop eventually. Even though it seems like Dorchacht has come a long way based on all the stories he's heard since he first arrived here, this world seems to be plagued with just as many troubles as Gaia was, if not more. And so, here they are.

The figure that appears in the sky is conspicuous, to say the least, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that it must be Morgana. Not that much can be done about her, not when her spell sends people collapsing in the streets left and right.

Not everyone is affected, though, and that's got to count for something. Zack springs into action instantly, switching gears from laidback celebrating into mission mode in less than a second.

He's not the only one, either. A teenage kid with hair that could rivals both his and Cloud's calls over to him, and Zack doesn't hesitate to run over. ]

Safe like where? Seems like the entire city is affected!

[ Getting all these people off the street would be a start, if nothing else. Zack bends down to haul the nearest person, a middle-aged woman, into his arms. ]

No idea where she went, but I think we've got bigger problems right now!

[oathkeeper]

[This is pretty bad news. It seems like the entire city is falling asleep like it's really a page out of Sleeping Beauty's world. And he can already hear the commotion of the others clamouring around and there is dark magic in the air. His sensitive monster senses can smell it! Kind of smells like burnt tires...

But luckily he seems to find some help right away and he looks at the tall man with a quick nod, his long rabbit ears twitching, before picking up a young girl in his arms.]

Yeah, I dunno what is going on but the faster we get some of these people out of the way the better! Who knows what Morgana's gonna do!

[He looks around. There is some buildings nearby...]

Let's just try to get some people off the streets!

[exsoldier]

[ If Zack were to guess, it seems like Morgana's plan is to terrorize the city and its citizens to the point that she can swoop back in and resume control over Dorchacht once more. The one good thing to keep in mind about that is that she'll want subjects, and so she probably doesn't have any interest in just wiping out all of the people she just put to sleep.

No, she'd rather use them and turn their minds to her will, but the important thing to focus on is that it buys them some time to fix this and stop her.

Getting people off the streets sounds like a good immediate plan, so Zack nods firmly and heads toward the closest building. Whether it's a home or a business he doesn't know or care, and it's not like anyone is around to argue with them. ]

I wonder why her spell didn't work on us.

[ He frowns to himself, kicking the door open. He strides in and it looks like this is someone's home, so he searches out a couch or other soft surface where he could place the sleeping woman in his arms. ]

[oathkeeper]

[Sora follows quickly at his heel. It's kind of cool to see him just kick that door in like that-]

Uh?! Yeah, you're right. It didn't work on us...! Are you an otherworlder too?

[Maybe that's the connection...

Sora moves to set the sleeping girl down in a chair. He really hopes no one minds them just using these buildings for now. It's better than letting people stay sleeping in the streets where they could get hurt at whatever Morgana decides to rampage through the city with.]

I'm Sora, by the way! I'm glad you'd here to help out too! Let's keep going.

c. to sleep, perchance

[darkestbefore]

[ She'd been watching the fireworks with her bonded before the interruption came, and in the chaos that followed, she'd lost sight of them. At least the Bond allowed her to know they were okay, because she was already hurrying between the fallen bodies, checking for pulses and injuries among the prone bodies, trying to wake them up - to no avail.

Fighting was already breaking out, she could hear it in the distance, and the fireworks overhead no longer seemed fun and colorful, but the booming explosions a declaration of battle.

Hearing a voice cry for help, her head jerks up to narrow on the source, relief flashing in her expression when she recognizes it. ]

Sora! Are you alright?

[oathkeeper]

[In all the commotion he can still sense his own bondmate nearby but he knows he has to focus on this first. And he knows that his bondmates will be doing the same. There are too many innocent people that could get hurt if they're left alone like this.

His head snaps up and he turns to see Yona with a small rush of relief in him.]

Yona! I'm okay, are you? Everyone's falling asleep but us!? We've gotta help these people!

[darkestbefore]

You're right. I can't seem to wake any of them, not even with magic.

[ She doesn't like the implications of that. ]

We've got to get them out of the streets, they're too vulnerable like this. But I don't know my way around this city at all. Is there anywhere we can make safe for them?

[oathkeeper]

[Sora looks around at all the sleeping figures across the plaza. There are so many of them and even little kids that had been so excited to watch the fireworks display. This is all so foreboding.]

Maybe we can just try to move them into a nearby building, especially the little kids. The Orphanage might be too far to go from here.

[He frowns as he goes to pick up a small girl into his arms.]

Do you know any float spells, Yona?

[That would be so great right now...]

B!

[intrusivethot]

[ It's a little bizarre for Ren to find himself at what's essentially a wake for folks he never knew. A lot is stranger and worse here than that, sure, but it also kinda highlights the fact that when you're always on the run from something, you don't get a chance to stop, breathe, and consider what's been lost.

The hell of it is that some of what he's lost is here with him. And with some encouragement Ren finds a small patch of grass to put together his own small wreath. Oddly therapeutic. Just enough flowers picked to represent as few regrets as he could imagine. Maybe just enough things to miss but not lose himself to it, right?

Sometime into the project, however, a new friend paws eagerly at a few of the flowers. And even if Ren wasn't a fellow puca, there's nothing wrong with manifesting your regret and eating it, in his experience. Or feeding it to someone else. ]

Hey buddy. Want something to eat, huh? No blaming me if it's poisonous.

[ Here, take this melancholic blue one and see where it takes you. ]

[oathkeeper]

[In small rabbit form Sora seems none the wiser to what flowers might or might not make him sick. This can be pretty dangerous for him but he still can't quite resist the smell of sweet flowers or the taste of them. His little brown nose twitches and his ears wiggle before he simply hops his front paws onto Ren's leg and munches at the blue petals offered to him.

It's sweet! Just like he thought it'd be. But he's not expecting the melancholy that seems to seep into him like drinking a cold liquid. There's something like regret there or maybe loss and it flashes those things across his mind as Sora nibbles away.

In return, Sora can't help but look up at the other puca. It's easy to want to get a good look, puca tend to like each other's company, right? He hops up into his lap and stares up at him with his own human-like blue eyes. Probably one of the biggest indications that Sora isn't a real rabbit. Just a monster one.

Tell him more about why the flower made him feel so sad. He's watching Ren like he's expecting to hear what's wrong!]