Post by Figment on Aug 14, 2019 9:42:28 GMT -5
one little spark of imagination~
a dream can be a dream come true
Ahhh, imagination. Truly one of the strongest forces in aaaaaaall of creation! From the smallest of babes to the proudest of rules, ever creature alive had some measure of imagination! Even the little critters of nature! Imagination has ever been a driving force for mankind's expansion to not only the stars above but to the seas below or lands across. Without imagination people cease to truly grow, merely wandering through life, never thinking of what could be! It was enough to bring a tear to a dragon's eye. As one of the champions of imagination...well maybe champion was a strong word. Figment was more humble than that! But he did always try his darnedest to bring creativity and imagination to wherever he may go!
His travels across the worlds may have began as merely trying to find his lost friend, but it was growing into so much more than that. It was now an opportunity to make friends and memories all across creation! Sure sometimes it proved to be more dangerous than the dragon had anticipated, what with those pesky Heartless or whatever other spooky meanies were floating about, but the peoples of those worlds had proven that they knew how to deal with meanies and monsters. Most worlds survived, but some even thrived in spite of the hardships caused by those creature. And today, the dragons travels would take him back to one of those thriving worlds...Hydaelyn!
Having been to this world only once before, Figment was hardly an expert on the planet by any means, but it was easy to tell that the people of Eorzea at the very least were a resilient lot, who made the most of what they had even through hard times! It was admirable to say the least. It was clear that this was a land that never gave up on hope. High, high up in the sky, Figment scanned the horizon. The last time he had been here, he visited the desert! Finding the great big casino out there and taking part in a chocobo race was a blast! This time however the imagineer found himself hovering above a great and lush forest! It was beautiful, much like the desert was in its own way, and thus would Figment dive, dive, dive down through the foliage and into the eastern portion of this shrouded forest.
A light fog had settled throughout the woods it seemed, a leftover from a heavy rain recently perhaps? Figment pondered this as he floated through the trees, the area awash with the sound of life. Bugs buzzing, critters chirping or whooping, birds squawking. The gentle rush of a breeze rustling the leaves. The place seemed to be rather peaceful! It wouldn't hurt to land and take a little stroll along the well trodden paths, and so Figment would do just that! Landing with the soft crunch of leaves beneath his paws, the dragon would smile to himself as he gazed about, an impressed little whistle escaping his lips as he appreciated the true magnitude of some of these trees! How many years had these green goliaths stood watch over the wood? The folks who lived out here were probably just as mighty as the oaks! Would he wander into any of them, he wondered?