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#2016-04-14 14:35:59, as written by Talisman

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Even in the wastelands, blooms of color can still be found. One such Bloom found her route taking her through the steets of Eden, a hoop rolling in front of her and a stick in her hand to guide it. She hummed and skipped as she skipped, balancing and pushing the hoop forward with a stick. The Bloom twirled whenever fancy struck, and made the short trek into more of a dance than a walk. She was happy, full of smiles and full of color. And why wouldn't she be? The Bloom had just gotten word that Cadence had returned to Eden.

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She spun again, as the Sanctum grew in scope as she drew nearer. The Bloom, like Cadence, was a Herald, though what that amounted to for the past few days was to help organize the reams and sheaves of information they'd collected. The library was stifling, suffocating, and creatively barren, yet she did as asked. The Bloom was nothing if not the dutiful sort, and it made the moment she could finally escape the prison of tomes and paper all that sweeter. As fortunates would have it, Cadence had chosen to return on a day without a cloud in the sky. Serendipitous, she thought, as he citrine eyes drifted upward toward the sky. Even in the wasteland, beauty was still present.

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The Bloom guided the hoop again, using the stick to speed the hoop's pace up. It was a curious sight, as the hoop the Bloom pushed was no mere hoop, but an emanation. A Petal of the Bloom, her emanation was a large bladed ring, which left a thin line in the ground as it rolled forward. Petal rose nearly to her belly, quite a size considering the Bloom was not so dimunitive herself. She was no petite flower, but a hardy sunflower whose face was always turned toward the sun. Petal struck a stone in its path, causing it to jump into the hair, leaving the Bloom to hope in sequence, the air filling with her laughter.

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The Sanctum grew in the horizon, it wouldn't be long before the Bloom and Cadence would reunite. She enjoyed the way the woman spoke in measure, and the rhythm to her words. Perhaps she would bring about the dawn to the library's dusk and brighten her day all that much more. Petal began to list toward the side, and instead of righting it with the stick, she allowed it to tip. The stick clattered to the ground as she dropped it and as the ringblade fell, she caught it with the telekinesis afforded to the Bells. She brought it to her and gripped its handle. Stepping into the ringblade she brought it around herself and jumped over it as it passed her feet again.

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She traveled the rest of the way in this manner, jummpin through the hoop like a rope.

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