Journal of Nunubu "Nunu" Nubu — The Soul Weeper
15th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
Today I discovered that not all songs need strings or words—sometimes a sudden “Wah!” is melody enough.
The morning began simple: I wandered the garden at Tenacious, the air thick with the sweetness of blossoms. I stopped before a bed of pink flowers taller than me, their petals stretched wide as if in greeting. They reminded me of laughter in bloom. Perhaps that is why mischief took root in me.
I crouched low, tucked between the flowers and the barrel, waiting for the first unsuspecting soul to wander past. The tavern door creaked—opportunity! I sprang upward, horns gleaming, hair aflame with pink, hands flung wide as I shouted the most terrible cry I could muster:
“Wah!”
The poor patron nearly spilled their drink, but then came the laughter—deep and contagious. Soon the whole room was chuckling, the heavy air of morning swept clean by one little trick.
It reminded me of something important: sorrow may weigh heavy, but joy can be light as a petal. Both belong to the soul’s song. And if a void-born bard must sometimes be the jester, then so be it. I would rather gather smiles than silence.
Tonight, as I strummed my lute, I swore I heard the flowers themselves hum back at me—soft, sweet, and amused. Perhaps they, too, enjoy a good “wah.”
—Nunu
