|O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our screeching season.

We gave our people wings to fly, we gave them the ocean to glide.

And yet, all they do is ask for more.

Why only one? Where's the other three?

Questions, after question after question.

We hardly understand what's so intricate, confusing.

Why, oh, why is this so?

We gave them flight, we guide them towards safe landings,

Yet they always ask for more.

Where's the second one?

Begs galore. Please, o, please, lords above, we need another wing.

Such genealogy is outside our control.

We teach them flight, nothing more.

O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns.

What's a deity to do,

When the world always begs for everything galore?

There has to be a limit

To the everything they all seek.

Yet, despite imposing

Such barricades are breached!

Please, o, please, we are not as all knowing as one thinks.

We are not the overpowering omnipotent 

On all the mortals seek.

We do not know why some of you only are born with one wing.

Why, o, why do they keep asking? Why is this so?

We simply do not know!

O, our poor, poor godbuns cracking piece by piece! What will it take for our people to stop

From taking everything?

Ask and they shall receive,

Yet the opposite is never granted to us deities.

We give them all they choose to ask of we,

But taking is all the mortals do,

Don't you see?

There is nothing equal here.

It has increased tenfold

For the past few centuries.

O, our poor, poor godbuns burning godbuns of give and never receive,

What can be done to change this abhorrent system of utter misery?

Water is not in endless supply, 

And they refuse to see all we have given them for the last few centuries.

Why, o why is this so?

We are lost with nowhere to go.

In this season of despair and agony,

Change must happen shortly!|

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, wham.

Little gust sprites dancing around the window, the young adult rubbed his eyes. Huh, where is he again? Oh, right, he took a trip to Frosaro to speak to the village's godbun. That sure went well! Not. Turning back underneath the covers, the bun let out a yawn. It's only the fifth hour, he has no reason to be up right now, so long, farewell.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, wham.

Icy crystals hugging the glass pane, the vampa flapped upward. Just what is going on out there? Peeking through the pane, the farmer did a double take. Frozen wind dancing around everywhere, the bun dropped back into the couch bed. This was nothing to concern himself over. After all, he's going home later. Surely, this was normal for the early morning hours of Frosaro. So, long, goodnight, farewell.

Plop, ploop, plop, plop.

Waking up hours later, a pure world of white awaited the farmer from the windowsill. Icy world practically eating the pane, the bun could hardly believe his eyes. Just how much did it snow last night? Did Tundrabu do this? Maybe she did. Ice was her domain, after all. Wings flapping towards him, the young adult lifted himself up from the couch.

"Good morning, Siorc, there's a few things I need to get done today, so I'm afraid I can't bring you back home yet," Susu greeted, voice filled with high energy. "Are you alright with staying here for a day or two extra?"

Locking eyes with the pile of white outside, the bun shrugged. It's not like he could fly home in this mess. And, besides, the roads were most certainly not safe right now anyway. Why demand to go back now? That would be incredibly rude of him, wouldn't it? It most certainly would. Reaching for the Talkmaster B, his hands were ready to turn the knobs and then some.

Little snowflakes scribbled on the screen, the vampa shook the device. No, why start with that? Shouldn't he bring up the storm a little later? Yes, he probably should, that would do. Turning the knobs once more, a shrugging face had been scribbled onto the screen. Crude window added next, the bun sighed. Okay, maybe this is getting a bit off the mark here. Snowflakes scribbled down once more, the robotic voice was ready to kick itself onto the stage.

[That's alright with me. My siblings probably don't expect me to come back just yet anyway. And, besides, that storm is looking pretty bad. I wouldn't want to put you into any danger, or anything like that.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers. He then scribbled some more. Should he offer to help? Maybe he should. It wouldn't be fair of him to sit around on his rump while Avenbu did all the work. [Is there anything you'd like for me to do? Just say the word, I'll do anything you ask!]

"Well, a ton of the childbuns of the village often get buried deep beneath the snow on mornings like these, so I'm going to dig them out," Susu said with a serious look on her face. "You can help if you want. But, it will take all morning. I don't know why, but this storm is the worst one we've had in awhile!" She then lowered her voice into a whisper almost quiet enough for no one else to hear. "It's kind of strange, though. Tundrabu is almost never like this. Did something happen?"

Childbuns brought to his attention, the farmer's heart sank. Oh, no, the youth were stuck beneath the snow? How can something like this happen? Something about this feels weird. Maybe Evbu tried to pull a prank of them in the middle of the night? No, no, they're harmless, but he's sure they'll take the credit for this, won't they?

[I can help you with that. It's like saving my chickens back at home during a thunderstorm. Is there anything else?] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I have to deliver some pies to everyone's doorstep as well, but you don't have to help me with that, don't worry," Susu responded. "That won't take very long."

Pies added to the mix the farmer turned his attention towards the kitchen. Adventure Bunny sure was nice. Maybe she was a little too kind for her own good. But, he shook his head at such thoughts. It's nice to have someone who is so giving. Why did the gods give her the divine name of Adventure Bunny? She seemed more like a Giving Bunny to him, but what did he know? Maybe this was the right calling in her life.

[It will go faster if I deliver some of them for you, don't you think?] A cracking voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I suppose you're right," Susu responded. "Thanks for offering! We should probably leave in about an hour before the first work bell rings. So, let's eat! What would you like for breakfast?"

[Anything is alright with me.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Okie dokie, I'll make some slightly charred loaded carrots and eggs! Hang tight!" A giggle.

Removing himself from the sofa, the young adult glued himself towards the paned glass. Was it just him, or had the river off in the distance looked like it was about to explode? It hadn't been frozen over, how strange. Was one of the godbuns behind that? Maybe they had been. Hadn't there been a divine rabbit that oversaw the tides? He believes he learned about that in school.

Reaching for a mirror, the farmer almost wanted to put the creature down. Unhappy Bunny shirt locking eyes with him in his reflection, he tried to not laugh. Why did the godbuns decide every lopvampa who gets their divine name must wear it on their person at all times? He really needs to make some new clothes as soon as possible.

Reaching for a scrunchie, the vampa's locks had been tied up into two low pigtails. Was this too childish? He was an adulbun now, after all. Maybe it was about time to look a little more mature. But, he shrugged at such. Come on, it's just hair! Who cares what it looks like? He only reached a century recently anyway.

Matching snowflake hairpins and earrings soon in place, the bun kept his eyes on the prize. Maybe he should investigate the lake before Avenbu takes him home tomorrow. There's definitely something going on with it. Should he do something now? Nah, he hardly knows how to get to the river from here. Besides, there's far too much snow.

Knowing he should lend Avenbu a hand, the young adult set the table. Sweet scent filling the room, the bun held back the urge to let out a sigh. This is just like the early mornings before school when he was in bunmentary. When was the last time he had carrots and eggs? It had been so long now. Strix and Deigr never made such a dish. If only mama wasn't practically glued to the capitol. Oh, well.

Juicy yolk poked aplenty, the farmer almost broke into tears as he gobbled the dish up. Where has this wonderful salt been all his life? Mama could never. Maybe he should ask for Susu's recipe? Nah, there was no time for that, was there? There was childbuns to unbury. Eyes soon on him, he broke into a sweat. Oh, no, did he chew too loudly? He needs to apologize right now.

[Sorry, was I eating too loud?] A cracking voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"No, not at all!" Susu shouted, giggling. "There's just something I forgot to ask you." Her eyes were sharp. "Since you're joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl, you're going to be facing a lot of other buns in combat. And, most of them probably are well versed in using their powers already. Have yours awakened yet?"

Shaking his head, the bun wondered. What would his powers end up being? Maybe they would end up being similar to Strix's or Deigr's? What were their powers anyway? He did not know. He never bothered to ask them. It didn't seem all that important to begin with. Did he really need to awaken them to enter the Mystic Carrot Bowl? Surely, clashing with a rake would do just fine.

"Ah, I see. That figures, you only recently received your divine name, after all," Susu responded. "Well, I have a proposal for you. On the other side of our village, we have a godbun here who specializes in helping buns awaken their powers. His name is Tidebu. Why don't you let me take you to him before I take you back home tomorrow?"

Tidebu brought to his attention, the vampa almost wanted to shake his head. Meet with another godbun? Please can they just skip all that? His powers would awaken on their own when they're ready! But, it would be nice to be able to hold his own during the tournament maybe he should accept this offer.

[I'll go meet him, I guess. Maybe Tidebu will even redo my naming ceremony!] A cracking voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I don't know about that, Tidebu's uh," Susu said, pausing for a brief moment. "Tidebu's a bit of an oddball. So, let's just stick to asking about your powers, okay?"

Nodding, the vampa sighed. The Divine Tide Bunny was an oddball, huh? What did that even mean? He hadn't the foggiest of an idea. Washing his plate, the bun cracked his knuckles. It's time to save some poor, unfortunate childbuns trapped beneath the snow! Borrowing a slightly rusty shovel, the vampa dashed through the door. Here goes, time for operation save! Call him Shovelbu because this is new sworn duty.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whooosh.

Help, help, heeeeeeeeelp.

It's so cold.

Mommy, mommy!

Waaah, someone help me!

Cries coming from everywhere, the bun flapped upward. So many voices, where are they all coming from? Just how many childbuns were trapped beneath the snow? He swore he heard at least a triple dozen voices bleed together just now. This isn't good, he has to do something before they're blocks of ice.

Avenbu flapping off towards the right, the vampa stayed where he was. Alright, poor, poor, trapped buns, he's coming to rescue them! Click, click, click, click, moving the snow with all his might, the cries only continued to worsen. Oh, no, were there multiple trapped beneath here? How could this have happened?

Click, click, click, click, whoosh. Pile of ice getting larger as the wind kept blowing, the farmer clapped his hands together. O, great godbuns above, please stop this devilish wind from harming the childbuns any further. But, such had been met with another large gust that nearly took him away. Remaining focused, the cries grew closer.

Help, help! 

It's so cold.

Waaaah, waah, I want my mommy!

Reaching the bottom, a couple dozen of childbuns awaited the young adult. How did so many get trapped down here like this? Kids shivering up a storm, he hopped towards the warmth shelter in the corner. Please, let these youths be alright. Cries getting louder from afar, the young adult hopped towards the commotion.

Aaaah, aaaah.

Someone help me!

So much snow! Too much snowie!

Heh, heh.

Hearing a familiar voice amongst the crowd, the vampa shook his head. Don't tell him, Evbu is trapped beneath the snow as well. Let him guess, they're going to pretend like they were the one who buried the kids underneath their icy prison, aren't they? He's about to find out, that's for sure. Next pile in front, the shovel was ready.

 Reaching the bottom in no time flat, a wild smirk had soon come his way as Evil Bunny had soon been uncovered beneath the snow. Oh, no, he can feel it already. Any second now, and they're going claim responsibility for this. Please don't waste their breath, thank him very much. Eyes soon meeting his, he prepared himself.

"It was I, Evil Bunny who pushed these kids down underneath the snow!" Evbu shouted. "Aren't I the most evil lopvampa you've ever seen?!"

"Geez, so dramatic, I swear!" childbun one shouted. "You're the one who warned of the avalanche in the first place!

"Yeah, that's right, Naofa!" childbun two shouted.

"That's Evil Bunny to you!" Naofa shouted. "It was me, I tell you! I kicked you all down here! I'm so wicked!"

"By the godbuns above, give it a rest already!" Multiple buns shouted.

Guiding everyone to the warmth shelter, the young adult sighed. Naofa, excuse him, Evbu sure adored putting on the villain act all the time. Who named them Evil Bunny anyway? Maybe they needed a redo on their divine naming ceremony also. Rushing off towards multiple piles of snow for what felt like hours on end, the chimes soon rained down from the heavens above.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the tenth hour!

It's the tenth hour.

All daytime LopVampas head to your stations immediately.

House doors not budging, the vampa flinched. Just how bad was this storm? Maybe he should pray again. O, dear godbuns above, please ease the storm's impact so the people can work. Wind only getting stronger, his head sunk. Oh no, here come even more terrible flurries. Maybe he shouldn't have wasted his prayers.

Waah, waaah, help, help, mama's stuck under the ice! Help!

Springing into action, the shovel was ready. Piles from the roof raining down the further he dug, the young adult's ears drooped. Why is this happening? Childbun continuing to weep, the world was ready to knock itself off kilter. He can't give up now, not like this! Click, click, click, click, reaching the bottom, everything felt ready to crumble. This mother's skin was blue, he has to hurry!

Warmth shelter nearly full, everything cracked. Why are so many buns getting buried? This is not good; the storm was looking about ready to return for a round two! Susu soon calling out to him from afar, the young adult hopped towards her. There's no time to think about this. It's time to deliver some pies.