Prompts

It was surreal, standing in the home of a goddess given flesh. As if Locke had walked straight into the watercolor pages of a storybook, the warm delicate hues of the greenery around him seemed unreal, and in taking in the scene he hadn't realized that he simply stopped breathing. Huffing out a pitiful gasp of air, the pheromoo silently thanked his penchant for wearing sunglasses to most occasions, as he was making his best effort to look absolutely Anywhere but the goddess in front of him. A...

Cybele watched the pheromoo in front of her, eyes closed and waving his hands in order to pull up a small group of flowers from the ground. Every time he returned to her, Cybele was surprised at how quickly Cian was taking to the lessons. His progress was not only steady, but he was incredibly calm and at peace while he trained. As much as Vanessa was a sweetheart, the goddess had to admit that she got a bit... rough with the plants if she got a bit annoyed at them. It sparked a question in h...

It is with gentle grace that one feels inspired enough to try their hand at something new. Some are born with a green thumb, others lack the patience to tend and care for something that is not human or animal, yet still feels. A talent that cannot be taught, a kindness that even those with the warmest embraces may lack. Lilita is of the latter - she had never quite had the time to care for something that could wither away upon the smallest lack of judgment. Something so fragile that can wilt ...

Tsuki spent most of the day in the library after her encounter with Rune and Vanessa. They were two of her dear friends and she wanted to do her best to help them, but she didn’t really have any idea where to start and being in public was making her anxiety go haywire. She knew Vanessa was studying in the more restricted parts of the library, but she couldn’t even bring herself to say goodbye. She hurried home as fast as her hooves would carry her. Once there, she closed the door b...

Charming heaved a sigh as he closed yet another book in his collection. He tossed it to the ground with most of the others that revealed little to no information on this goddess Cybele. He looked at his mostly emptied shelves and sank down into a chair at his desk. He knew he’d have to clean these up later, before Miles saw them. Otherwise the guard would take it on himself to be Charming’s maid as well. Though the thought did bring a smirk to his face. What he wouldn’t give to see Mile...