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Skipp
Legacy Name: Skipp

The Glade Popoko
Owner: Stelle

Age: 5 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: May 11th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 11th, 2018

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Beach Comber

Not many people ventured as far into the untamed parts of the park as Skipp did, not that she minded. Some of the best days had been spent alone, walking barefoot through the grass, listening to the many sounds of nature, a gentle melody that brought about a happy calm.Her adventures had eventually led her to a small pond, surrounded by reeds, with water lilies drifting in the gentle waters. Wildflowers were scattered around the ground that surrounded the water, an organised chaos that only mother nature herself understood. Skipp often returned to the pond, absently-mindedly thinking of it as hers these days, to simply sit and read in the warm summer sun, observe the insects that skitted across the water or to spend time sat beneath the surrounded trees, letting her thoughts take her away.Admittedly she'd often thought of bringing someone along with her, yet it never felt quite like the right time. This was her secret place, somewhere to hide away from all the troubles of the world, to allow someone into that would be like allowing someone into the deepest parts of her very being. She knew, deep down, that when the time was right, someone very special would share this world with her.----The sun was already quite high in the sky as Skipp wound her way through the undergrowth to her pond, a gentle breeze sending her delicate dress dancing around her legs. In on hand hung her shoes, the feel of the grass beneath her bare feet being too relaxing to ignore, and in the other a bag filled with books, small jars and pencils. On her last trip she had stumbled upon some young water plants, tangled in the reeds and struggling to grow, it had crossed her mind to take them back home to care for them, to give them a chance to flourish.Humming happily, she twisted several plucked wildflowers into her hair, giggling as she stopped to allow a butterfly to briefly settle upon the largest one.As the butterfly finally fluttered back up into the air, she kept it in her sights as she made her way to the pond, letting a small smile drift across her features as she watched the bright insect dance in the sky. It was moments like these that made the trip out here stick in her mind as some of the most beautiful she had seen.Leaving her shoes beneath a large weeping willow tree at the water edge, she slowly walked around to the area where the smaller water plants were, watching the pond skippers and dragonflies dart around in the gentle warmth of the sun.Skipp had grown fond of the insect life that dwelled here, having watched there life cycle many times during her visits. Her sketchbooks had slowly filled with small drawings of them, gradually increasing in skill over the time spent, each image bringing with it a pleasant memory and experience.Her favourite page was that of a newly emerged butterfly, which had spent several hours letting its wings dry, perched on the edge of her page. She had let out a small cheer as it had finally taken to the air, the small creature's very first flight shared with her.Gently placing her bag at her feet she knelt down at the water's edge, carefully parting the reeds and untangling the small, fragile plants. Once they were free, she took the jars from her bag, setting them beside her in a row before digging her hands down into the shallow water and pond mud, feeling along the roots before lifting the plant free. Setting it aside briefly, she filled the jar with mud and water, gently planting the tiny plants inside before screwing the lid shut. Once again humming the tune from before, she worked until all of her jars were full, washing off her hands in the deeper water, smiling at the darting tadpoles, before sitting back to let them dry off in the sun.Skipp let her eyes drift out across the water, her gaze falling on what could only be described as several small, black blobs clinging to the reeds a little further out. Getting to her feet, she brought her dress up above her knees, holding tightly to the edges as she waded out into the water.The cool water felt amazing against her legs and feet, a soothing, gentle escape from the heat of the sun. Bending down she finally realised what the black things were. Dragonfly larvae in several different stages of their final moult, some fully free from their old casings, wings held to the air, others only just beginning to emerge. Skipp gasped in amazed delight, letting the edge of her dress fall into the water as she reached out, lifting one of the adult dragonflies up on the end of her finger. She grinned as it slowly flapped its wings, crawling further up onto the back of her hand for support.She'd never seen such a beautiful thing and she felt incredibly lucky to be able to experience this wondrous sight, lifting her hand higher into the air to allow the dragonfly to finally take off, clumsily skimming along the water to join the others out in the centre of the pond.Skipp stayed until all of the dragonflies had finally joined the group, her dress drifting in the water at her knees, in her delight and fascination she had long forgotten to hold it up. When it was time to head home, all of her belongings packed up and shoes put back on, wet clothes drying as the sun slowly set, she still held that smile, thinking back on those vulnerable creatures she had watched over as they began the next chapter of their lives.It was a day that would remain etched in her mind for the rest of her life.

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