myo-027: Melitta

“Okay, I am in the 200’s, there should be something here about Cybele…” My fingers combed the spines of the books as I counted upwards to 201 part of the library’s nonfiction section. Vanessa looked like she was about ready to rip her horns out when she was searching for help for her research on Cybele, which I found odd because I hadn’t heard much and only knew the name was related to the gardens outside of Bovine Bluffs. Surely she was exaggerating...

“Okay, you can do this! Just go inside, get a coffee, and just chill there for a bit. Jasper doesn’t bite and I am sure he is a fine fellow. He helped you out in the festival with getting those beers for Enzo. Besides, from what I heard, I probably did him a favor! I don’t think he will take the day off!” I was talking to myself, getting a few looks as I walked down the sidewalk for the Brewed for You cafe that Jasper worked and owned.He seems like a qui...

During my walks to the watering hole, I caught the eye of Briar, happy to see that I was coming out of my house to get fresh air and was asking how I was doing since the Spring Eve festival. She hadn't seen me try my chocolates I had made. I cringed and told her they hadn't worked out and I was ashamed to even bring out any of the burnt remains in a heart shaped coffin to her. Of course she was disappointed that my confectionery hadn't worked out and still would...

Melitta sighed and shut the door to my little abode, figuring it was time for some exploring since maybe the height of Spring's Eve had died down a bit. With her purse on my back, she thought it was a pretty day to enjoy the fresh air. She thought maybe the embarrassment of her entrance to Bovine Bluffs had died down. The thought of being called a flasher had her cheeks darken again and thought about going back inside the house. “C'mon Melitta, surely no one can remember that… Maybe Jaspe...

After hearing the timer ding in her small kitchen, Melitta Braunvieh was reaching into her oven after the smell of smoke made the alarm go off as she pulled the tray. Coughing, she placed the tray on the counter and opened the window to ventilate the area. Her kitchen towel was fanning the alarm to quiet it down and avoid the fire department from visiting her. How embarrassing is that her mini s’mo...