Wishing Trees #2

[Nyaa-Neko]

The trees, having had their paper braids replaced, stood still. They were waiting for another round of wishes...

((I'm assuming you all know what to do? Write a wish on a paper, stick it into the braid, and hope it gets granted.))

[Ninetales]

Robinson walked to the trees and smiled... finally something he could understand, wishing.

He reached the paper slips and soon found by luck a forgotten pen with ink still left in the well. He soon took to writing, which was rather blocky and not very neat. As if he had not learned to write on lined paper when he was in kindergarten.

I wish... Well, I wish that maybe I could help someone in need somewhere, I feel foolish having to work on my own for my own gains, I rather help someone else in reaching their goal.


The person he was, was one that felt more comfortable helping others and not himself.

[Nyaa-Neko]

(OMGPLOTINJENTAALERT)

The braids rustled during the Miteinjan foggy night, and somehow a small gust of wind wound itself across the ocean and into the shopping district of Sapphire City, Jenta.
A young-looking woman, probably a teenager, felt the breeze on her neck, made bare by the fact that her pastel pink hair was pulled into curled pigtails.

She glanced around, her bright orange eyes glancing behind her.

"Oh!"

She stepped over to an advertisement - something talking about the Underground Maze.

"Underground Maze? That's...like..." Flipping over the advertisement, she scanned somebody's notes, scrawled in blocky-and-not-neat handwriting (and kind of smudged and bare in places, too, as if it had been written by a pen left in a foggy area for way too long), was a note. The girl narrowed her eyes, as it was hard to see in the evening glow, and read the note aloud. "Natural skylight. Use rope."

The girl thought for a moment, tapping her tiny, chapped lips with a pale, skinny finger. Her orange eyes narrowed, and then she grabbed a pink cell phone. She pressed the first speed dial number, and a crackled male voice came in on the other end. "Hello?" He asked.

"This is Kohana, sir. I have something that might interest the second branch." She glanced around at the people walking by, hoping they wouldn't overhear. "Should I call somebody that works there, or should I just give you a message to give to your colleague?"

"I can pass on your message. What is it?"

"I think somebody from that branch should go to the Underground Maze. With rope."

"...Alright. I'll tell her to send somebody right away. Thank you, Kohana, and have a good night off."

There was a click, and the fuzzy voice on the other end was gone. The girl, apparently named Kohana, put away her cell phone, sneezed, cursed her allergies, and then went on window shopping.

Miles away, the Wishing Well sighed sadly. Sometimes, it didn't know what to do...but that boy had made a wish, and it was determined to grant it.

It just felt bad about possible helping the wrong person.

((Aaaaaand locked.)