The story of how I came to summon the Pom-poms. ━━━━━━ It was an accident, really. Finding it. Or summoning it? It seemed difficult to tell, at the time. I hadn’t /meant/ to peel back the leaves of the bush, and look inside, nor had I expected to find what I did. If I could have done it again, I’m not sure if I would. But the fact still stands that I did it, whatever the intent, and, well, after that, it was difficult /not/ to find the others. They were everywhere once I knew where to look. In the tiny nooks and crannies which too many didn’t spare a thought for, tucked beneath floorboards, hidden in overlooked corners of the world which had driven them from it. I guess you could say I was a sort of, carer, for them. They came to me, and, in return for revealing themselves, I would feed them, and shelter them. But I soon worried that their past would catch up to them - how long, after all, could they spend hiding? How long until the hunters found them once more? I had known what I would eventually have to do when I took them in, but it was still difficult to say goodbye. My hope is that those who find for them care for them as well, if not better, than I ever did.
