Soon my inflated body bounced on the ceiling. As I helplessly watched the voodoo balloon below me grow. I was stuck in my own inflating balloon of a body. The only meaningful movement left was my wings. I realized what a predicament I had put myself in. How big would I become? Would the balloon burst? Would that cause me to burst!? But those questions were soon answered by the balloon slipping off the nozzle of the tank. I felt my own body stop growing as the voodoo balloon floated up to the ceiling to join me. I glared at the little imposter of myself that I was now going to spend quality time with on the ceiling. A fate most balloons suffer, I guess. Better than the alternatives. After 3 hours I could tell that the pressure inside me was slowly fading. Helium was slowly leaking out of the voodoo balloon Edragon. Not nearly as fast as I’d like though. Could be a days before I come down from the ceiling. I could somewhat move around using my wings to bounce off the ceiling a bit if I wanted. Hopefully Soara would stop by and get me down. I guess it was just another day as a balloon for me. A least I had a buddy to talk to.

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An alternate ending to me and the voodoo balloon.