Eela is Adorable [Open]

During the creation of this great city, Eela had simply watched. She had wished for a library and a park, but hadn't needed to pipe up at all. It seemed that Eela wasn't so different from other bloblings after all. That was funny, considering the way some caught her eye and then turned and kept going. Eela had been here only a short time, and had yet to make any friends aside from her Meowler, Twilly.

The pale pair had begun their day at the library. Eela had been slightly shocked by the lack of books, though she couldn't really figure why she expected there to be more. What god would offer up all of the secrets to their creations? It would make life terribly boring. Instead, the blobling found herself perusing books written by her blobby brethen. Some were quite bad, but others quite good! She liked the ones with strong visuals, be they the ones the words created in your head or images actually drawn out. There had been quite a hullbaloo about one particular book that wrote of creatures Eela had never seen before. Of course, she had had to try it out. It was nice, to see pictures and words intermingling.

They had spent some time in the park then. Twilly had made a game out of testing the springy moss that covered the ground. It was by the perimeter, near the forest, that Eela stopped an interesting sort of blobling. They were mostly black, and had several scaly tails... or tentacles? But their eyes were lined by stunning pink. Was it a pigment, or a marking? Eela simply floated there, wings gently swaying, and smiled to the interesting blobling. How pretty!

Twilly responded to the new blobling's surprise with a loud meow. Its motivation would be hard to place. Twilly liked to talk to everyone and everything. Maybe she was concerned. Either way, the Meowler's head tilted to on side and her horns jutted into the road proper.

Eela had been prepared to excuse this many-tailed blobling. It wouldn't be the first time that someone didn't want to interact with her. She floated aside, though, and Twilly had not. In a moment, the black blob had leaped into her, and Eela reflexively wrapped her arms around them. Oh my! Eela laughed softly and smiled as the blobling disengaged. She said nothing just yet, instead observing the way the blobling reacted when they got upset. A darkening in color, a wild flailing, well then! Could they control their own tails, or was it just reflex? Of course, Eela then realized that the blobling was rambling and that she was being impolite, herself.

"It's okay! Don't worry," Eela said. She gestured to herself. "I'm Eela." She gestured then to her Meowler. "This is Twilly." Twilly meowed in greeting. Getting upset themselves would only make the poor black blobling feel worse.

Eela offered a nearly imperceptible shrug. After all, shrugging was hard when you lacked proper shoulders.

"Exploring," she said, and for a moment that seemed to be it. Twilly looked at her and Eela looked back. What? "Oh, ah. I've never... never been here before." Her gaze returned to Fuwa and she offered a broad smile. Had Fuwa been a part of the building of the city, she wondered? Or perhaps not the building, but the census. Eela couldn't remember Fuwa specifically, but then she didn't remember much of anyone.

"We were at the library," she said then. Another pause came, during which Eela regarded the stars in the sky. Her fingers tented. "Well, what about you?" She looked back to Fuwa. "You looked sad."

Eela was immediately suspicious. Not sad at all, hm? Fuwa's tails seemed to tell another story. Maybe she didn't have much control over them, like a blobling might not have control over their expression. How interesting! Eela wasn't going to pry any further, though. Observation was more her speed. Questionings could be left to the professionals.

"Yes," the lavender blobling said with what might have been a nod. It was similarly difficult to nod when you didn't have a proper neck. How these reflexes even existed was sometimes beyond Eela herself. Where had she gotten nodding from? Shrugging? It wasn't as if she'd known many other bloblings in her time.

"The coliseum?" Eela could, perhaps, have been more explicit. Where was the coliseum? If they entered, would they be drafted to fight? What sort of fights were there? Could she watch? All Eela knew of the coliseum was that it existed; she had heard the other bloblings discussing it with their god, and then? Well, she had found the library, and stumbled upon the park. So far, so good. Maybe Fuwa had a better idea of the battling space than she did.

Eela was a little surprised to find her new little group turning back around and heading back the way she had come. Had she missed the coliseum entirely? There had been no overwhelming cheering or shouting coming from this direction... or maybe it wasn't that sort of battle. Maybe the books she'd read had led her in a direction further from the truth. If so, how did so many blobs know all about fighting? It was odd. Everyone seemed privy to some sort of information Eela didn't have herself. Did she know things that others didn't?

The lavender blob glanced sideways to her new traveling companion, and noted the movement of her tails. That was a different feeling than before, she thought, but Fuwa didn't seem to be paying much attention to it. Hmm.

"Fighting?" she asked as the library began to loom up the street. Why fight. How did they fight? It was the large building set across the road that caught her attention this time. Oh. Was that what a coliseum looked like? "Will we have to?"

Eela's question seemed to give Fuwa pause, and for a moment that worried the purple blobling. At least the answer was 'I'm not sure' rather than 'yes, I am here to beat you up.' That would have been a terrible trick.

The pair made their way through the stands to try and find somewhere to sit. Eela's attention was mostly on the other bloblings around them. Some seemed so excited they were yelling, and others seemed outright angry. Back down inside the coliseum there was... what? She was having difficulty making any sense of it while trying to follow Fuwa. Some bouncing, some shouting, some sudden movements.

"Fuwa?" No other words were offered, but Eela did look quite worried. She put a hand on the arm of a seat and walked down the row until they reached a decent, centered position. Feeling something under her was just a little odd since the growth of her wings, but Eela 'sat' nevertheless.

Down in the center of the coliseum, various groups of bloblings at wildly different stages of evolution seemed to be trying to hurt each other. Had they been made to do this? Were they choosing to? Some seemed to be smiling, but you could never really know intentions based on expression alone, could you? Eela's hands clasped together nervously.

"Why?" she asked. Down in the stage, a red blobling vaulted over another, laughing. Their opponent seemed to want to punish them for it.

The excitement? Eela looked around them at the crowd. Sure, they seemed exciting, but there were so many things that could be exciting. Had these people never explored a new cave, seen a new plant, met a new person? Were bloblings so jaded that violence was the answer? Maybe if it was something else, it would be different. If it was balls and not weapons, then Eela might like to play. This, though, didn't feel right.

The lilac blobling's eyes were wide and almost sparkling when they turned back to Fuwa. It was the sparkle of worry, not joy. Shaking your head was hard when you were all head. Instead Eela blinked and took hold of the arm of her stadium seat again. "No. I don't want to stay." She waited only long enough for Fuwa to stand up and lead the way before traveling down the seats again. Twilly met them at the stairs and walked down, unquestioning.

"Do you live here?" Eela asked. She had forgone her wings to walk on her hands. Maybe it was the nervousness in her belly. Someone out on the floor shouted and Eela startled. It only hastened her retreat.