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It was midday, the lunch rush at the creamery had just died down, and Sangreal certainly thought he could use a pick me up. While the ice cream shop had an in-house espresso machine for affogato, he wasn't the type to clog any of the equipment during work hours, and that would also mean making it himself which wasn't exactly what he had planned for a break. In addition, sure, he was competent enough with making espresso, but when it came to matters of treating oneself, he found himself lackin...

Locke laid in bed, eyes dejectedly casting over the lily he had brought back from his visit with goddess Cybele, one that now laid solitary in a small glass vase by his nightstand. Any magic that had rested upon its petals swiftly dissipated as soon as the two had left the goddess' home and he had been staunchly unable to muster any himself since that day, though Cybele's request to take care of the bloom was one that still rung between his ears. The impostor syndrome that loved to pla...

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...

It seemed obvious in hindsight- of course a goddess of fertility would both associate with and prefer gifts that were grown in nature; Her garden was of course created with the goddess' image and preferences in mind. Locke seemed almost foolish in the moment having to have Rune point it out to him, but one surmises that's what happens when you lose the forest for the trees as it were. Taking Rune's advice to heart, it was as if a lightbulb had gone off. He had an idea- or, at least, the Start...

Seeing Vanessa so out of sorts with her research was disheartening, and while Locke didn't understand the reasoning to her frustration, at the end of the day the difficulty in procuring anything of use was a load that could be lessened if there were only another set of helping hands to assist her. While this wasn't how he was Planning to spend his visit to the cauldron, once she stormed off he found himself hard pressed to not do anything about it. And, at the very least the pheromoo wasn't e...