[O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our never ending season of constant pain of suffocating agony,

We gave our people the chance the grow, the ability for them to stand on their own,

And yet they never take the opportunity to do so!

We gave them options to seek knowledge on their own,

Learn from their mistakes within their abode,

But they never do! They call for us, make us have to come down explain every little thing, let their rage be known,

We ask ourselves on the daily why this has come to be,

But do we have an answer to that inquiry?

We do not, and it would seem we might never have an answer to that question for all eternity!

They refuse to learn, they refuse to grow,

The world has begun to stagnate, why can't our people learn to stand on their own two feet?

These past few centuries are burning, they are boiling away with our people not learning a single thing!

They could easily use their skills if they o so choose,

And yet they choose the opposite entirely!

We try to level their heads,

But they never seem to hear us!

Don't you see?

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns

What's a deity to do

When our people seem to think we are in endless supply

To answer to their every need?

We have duties, responsibilities,

Yet our people seem blind to that very thing!

We cannot come to their every little need,

They need to stop summoning us to descend upon them for every little thing!

How long has this been going on for, this boiling season of never ending misery?

We have lost track at this point of contingency!

They ask, they receive, and continue the cycle indefinitely! 

Where have the past few centuries gone wrong?

We ask ourselves this question endlessly.

Will will nightmare ever end?

We do not believe so,

That outcome is highly unlikely

For all eternity!

O, our poor poor sacrificial godbuns ready to hide in a hole until change can ignite in this world for all eternity,

How can there be a force of change

Within our world that keeps on spinning?

We implore the mortals to see

That they can do anything they put their mind to if they try everything in their own power,

They can do anything they please with their own two hands, paws or wings!

We implore the mortals to see

They can do anything they set their hearts on

Without needing to call us to come down and descend upon the land below thee!

We have other matters to attend to,

And yet, the mortals are blind to it all.

We cannot tend to their every need,

And yet, they seem to think the opposite seed!

And, those seeds are beginning to rot

For all eternity.

Don't you see?

The mortals won't stand on their own no matter how much we beg, or plead!

O, our poor poor godbuns with the urge to fall into a deep sleep for the rest of the century,

What will it take for our people to see they need to rely on the divine

Far less than on the daily?

They must stand on their own and put away the key,

But, they still seem to think that option is not the right one aplenty!

How long has it been this way?

We have lost track, but we shall go with the past few centuries.

Our people can stand on their own if they choose,

But the choice is the opposite of what is astute!

Is this how it will be for all eternity?

We are starting to believe so on the daily!

When will our people wake up and see?

That may never happen, it would seem!

Why, o why is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of boiling agony,

Change needs to happen, pretty please!]

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Loud tapping noise taking the stage from who knows where, the bun let out a yawn. By the godbuns, what is that racket? What time is it? Oh, it's the third hour. Where is he again? Ah, right, he's in Quarlencia asking the elderly buns here about their divine naming ceremony being redone, he almost forgot. Oh, well, back to dream land, so long, goodnight, zzz.

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter.

Racket only continuing, the vampa let out a groan. Why is it that no matter where he goes, there's always some sort of loud nonsense going on somewhere? Maybe the godbuns were working up a racket in the sky for the giggles. But, the farmer shook his head. No, no, Siorc, don't be silly, that's definitely not the case here! Curling back underneath the covers, he dozed off once more. So long, Quarlencia, goodnight. Keep their noise to themselves, zzz.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Five hours passing in the blink of an eye, the young adult let out a sigh. Who could that be now? Can't a bun get some sleep around here? Ah, forget it, he's not in his own home right now, he's only a guest here. Flapping upward, the farmer rubbed his eyes. It's probably just Susu on the other end, right? Probably. Reaching for the Talkmaster B, the vampa pulled the entrance back.

"Good morning, Siorc," Susu greeted. "There's a couple things I need to ask you before I bring you to the other areas around the village today. Do you mind?"

Question coming his way, the bun wondered. What kind of questions to Advenbu have for him? Was she planning on taking him back to Seeboro already? No, no, it's way too early to think that! Maybe there's some sort of event about to take place here that he needed to see? Surely, that's what this was all about. Hands on the knobs, he scribbled away.

Little booth drawn the vampa resisted the urge to shake the device. Maybe that was a little too much to start with? It probably was. Better try again. Tilting head drawn instead, the bun stared off towards the paned glass. Is it just him, or did it look really foggy out there? Is something bad about to happen? No, no, come on, Siorc, happy thoughts! There's nothing going on. Robotic voice racing out, something stirred.

[I don't mind. What do you want to ask me? There's nothing dangerous going on around here, is there?!] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"No, nothing like that, at least, I don't think so," Susu responded, shaking her head. "Are you worried about the fog?"

[A little. Is there a vermin problem here, too? Should we do something about it?!] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Nah, these folks don't have to deal with that kind of stuff around here. Pretty sure they found a way to trap any sort of mistoads they can a long time ago," Susu responded, finger on her chin. "That being said, I just wanted to ask. The folks here told me that, if you want, they'll do a reenactment of the Sapphire Wars so you can see how they were able to change their divine names. They said they'll do it at around the the fifteenth hour. What do you say, would you like them to do that for you? Don't worry, it won't be noisy or anything like that."

Question coming his way, the farmer blinked. A reenactment of the Sapphire Wars? Would that really be necessary? But, hmm, maybe it would give him more information about the godbuns and their history. Should he consider this? Locking eyes with the window, the inquires kept floating around over and over again for minutes on end.

The Sapphire Wars, were they really a fight between the people of Quarlencia to get their divine names changed, or was that all just what the citizens here wanted people to believe? No, no, why would the buns tell tall tales like that? Come on now, this was a part of history! Perhaps it would be best to peek into the past for a brief moment.

[I guess I don't mind, but what's your other question?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I was also thinking, would you like to head back to Frosaro after this?" Susu asked. "There's a bun I think you should talk to."

Frosaro brought to his attention as well, the bun placed his finger on his chin. Who could Susu possibly be mentioning here? Was there a bun there that had their divine naming ceremony redone? He did not know why, but that did not seem to be the case amongst the residents that lived there. Is there someone he might be forgetting about? Maybe there had been. Perhaps it would be in his best interest to go for the time being.

[Sure, that's fine with me. But, I have a question for you, too. This bun that you want me to speak with, have I met them before?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I'm sure you'll know the moment you hear their voice. But, I'll let you get ready for now. How about we meet at the plaza at say, around the ninth hour?" She then yawned.

[Fine with me. Have fun on your adventures.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"See you later, friend." A wave.

Slam.

Door closing with a loud thud, the vampa flew around in a circle. Susu said he knew this bun she wants him to speak with. Who could they be? Marble floating through his head for a moment, the bun shook his head. Why would it be Scaredy Bunny? She didn't seem like she would have had her divine name changed. Maybe he should try to narrow it down a little further.

Mellem floating through his mind next, the farmer threw that thought out of consideration as well. No, why would Susu take him to speak with Flirty Bunny either? What would be the point in doing that? She didn't seem like the bun to get her divine name changed either. At least, he didn't think so. Honestly, forget her, she wasn't the one.

Holy Bunny, Good Vibes Bunny, Reaper Hare and Psychic Bunny floating through his head as well, such was not making much sense either. Why would it be those four? They seemed far less likely amongst the crowd as well. Landing back on the ground, he shook his head. Ah, forget it, he should probably think about getting ready right about now. Hopping towards the hotel restroom, he prepared himself.

As the sprinkling water rushed above his head, the bun wondered. Had Deigr returned from Sumazo Forest? Maybe she was still trapped in there on that job of hers? No, no, come on, surely she had to have been home by now! Why would she still be in that place? She had to have escaped by now.

Ethanoribbit hopping around in his mind the vampa shook. What if she was taken out by that thing and no one bothered to look for her? Should he head for the Sumazo Forest after going to Frosaro? No, no, happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts! Surely, Deigr was completely fine. Right, of course she was, what in the world is he thinking? He needs to tune down that imagination of his a little here.

Unhappy Bunny shirt locking eyes with him, the bun resisted the urge to turn the thing inside out. This time, for sure, he'll get a redo! He'll even fight the gods if he has to! No, no, come on, there has to be some other way to go about this. Right, of course there was. Violence isn't the only option here!

Hair pulled into a low braid, the young adult took a long deep breath. Should he really consider watching an reenactment of the Sapphire Wars? Maybe he should reconsider. But, he shook his head at such. He'd learn a thing or two about the godbuns if he witnesses this! Why question it? Slapping his cheeks, the vampa prepared himself.

White angel hairpins and earrings clicked into place, the farmer glared daggers at the crossed out Unhappy Bunny below him. Soon, he will find out once and for all a way to get rid of this divine mistake! Please, o, wise elderly buns from thousands of years his senior, tell him their secrets about a redo!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Hearing a loud engine off in the distance, the bun raced off towards the window. Large jet racing around in the sky, the young adult broke into a sweat as he read the words laid out in front of him. Sapphire Wars Reenactment on for today, all buns assemble at the museum! Hopping back, the vampa flinched. The folks around here sure take their history seriously.

Ordering breakfast, the young adult nibbled away at meaty carrot sandwich. Questions continuing to float on through him, one last inkling was ready to land itself on the ground. Had all the buns in Quarlencia gotten their divine naming ceremony redone? Could the same have been said about the Ruby Wars? No, of course that wasn't the case here! What would it be? Two different wars, two different eras. He needs to stay in the same ballpark here.

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

It's the eighth hour.

It's the eighth hour.

Work time, work time! All morning shift LopVampas, head to your stations immediately!

Work bell racing towards him, the farmer crossed his fingers. Please, don't let the godbuns have a job for him today! He won't be their little plaything any longer! They hear that, divine above? He's not playing their games today! Finishing the sammy, the bun stretched. He could go for a little hop right about now.

Sea of fog filling the sky, the bun's knees continued to buckle. Was there really nothing going on here? Maybe there was vermin in the skies? No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts! The villagers definitely had a handle on pests around these parts. He needs to dial down that negative switch to zero as soon as possible!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Sapphire Wars Reenactment Today!

Sapphire Wars Reenactment Today.

All visitors, please make sure to stop by the museum to see what centuries of history look like! Have nothing better to do? Make sure you stop by! Especially you youngins out there, you could use a bit about a lecture! Come one, come all to the Quarlencia History Museum. Everyone is welcome!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Slow down there, Tiger Sniper Bunny, who's going to read our messages anyway?

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

There's plenty of youngins around these parts, someone will read them!

Sky riders looking about ready to fight one another, the bun resisted the urge to get one for himself. Alright, alright, he'll head for the museum this afternoon! What is this, some kind of intervention? Maybe, who knows? Sigh. Continuing his hop for the time being, the sky wars kept themselves going for some reason.

Reaching the end of the river, the bun held in the urge to sigh. In just about a few minutes, he'll be meeting up with a few more war veterans. Would they have any other way to get his divine naming ceremony redone beside fighting the gods? He sure hoped so. Hopping back towards the mainland, the bun clapped his hands together. Please, elderly buns, share at least one secret hidden third option that no LopVampa has ever thought about before in the past!

Ninth hour bell soon ringing, the bun prepared himself for the next course of action. Susu soon located, the vamp crossed his fingers one last time. Please, let there be a secret third way to get a redo on this divine mistake! There just had to be one. Guided towards a strange building, the bun gulped. Why does this place look kind of fishy?