I’ve written many times about how my relationship with the Travelers waxed in my earliest years then waned as the time traveled on. Thus, it came as a surprise to me that my interest and acceptance by the Travelers began to thaw when I began my new journey inside the Creators Realm.
I’m not sure what changed exactly. I know that I had changed. So had my circumstances. It’s the typical life thing. You think you’re on one path only to reach a dead end, so you have to retrace your steps to a new juncture and hopefully a new adventure.
When I passed through the portal between here and where I had come from, I wasn’t just opening and closing a door between realms, I was opening and closing doors in my own personal life as well. Gone were the days that I would look forward to following in my father’s tradition. Now, I am expected to be the dutiful daughter following in my mother’s tradition.
I’ve become my sister, in a weird sort of way, at least this is what I muse to myself when I look in the mirror. Before my arrival in the Creators Realm I had bold, bright rainbow streaks in my hair. Now, my hair is mostly the vibrant red like my sister and my mom had with just a touch of rainbow framing my face. Since both realms are theatrical in nature, I wonder if this was a symbolic transformation by the Magic to welcome me into my new life or if my sister Poppy had finally granted my wish of creating a permanent charm so that I could have red hair like her. Regardless of the source of this transformation, it is a constant reminder that what I am now is not what I thought I was going to be.
Of course, certain things are still a constant. I still create little creatures. That will never change, though the stage on which I live my life is vastly different from what I had envisioned it would be. I never thought I would have my own gypsy wagon where I would go on occasion to immerse myself in the Travelers traditions. This is where I am now, sitting on the wagon’s stoop surrounded by a gorgeous meadow in bloom, in a Gypsy Grove so very far from the one I used to know. It is here that I created the peace sign with my trademark flowers affixed to it. The peace sign reminds me of the wheel on my gypsy wagon which in turn reminds me of the circle of life. Seasons, milestones, generations, each following the other, never ending, always renewing hope for what will come.
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures