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A customer!
Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a... fright!
I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can't ya sit?
Sit ya down! Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
- What was that -
But you'd think we'd have the plague
From the way that people keep avoiding
- No, you don't! -
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?

Mind you I can hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London

Em! Luca! 


Thanks Em, that means a lot really :) I'm really grateful that my reaction to it has been taken with love. I'm also grateful that things are being done, because the way seeing references to it makes me feel is not healthy for me

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Hey :)

I'll be taking a break from Discord cause when I rejoined after a couple days I got really nervous and just couldn't take it again. So until I'm perfectly ready I'll imitate a talking mongoose and live within the walls of this topic baking y'all yummy cakes! ^_^

A short and gentle confession I wanna get off my chest is every time I've heard references to a particular website it made me uneasy and got progressively more painful each time I heard it. I then felt largely unincluded and like I was missing out on something and once even considered rejoining the website, despite being constantly reminded of ways that it hurt me when I thought about it. But as wise people have told me, I don't gotta do that.

Please know that I adore every one of your souls and I am proud to call you lovely tea dragons my friends 
Y'all mean the  to me

"You've made up your mind about this, haven't you?" her mother asked as the person in the Imperial robes climbed out of the wormhole. She sounded...sad. Fructose nodded her head, slightly impatiently.

"Yes mother. There's no other way for me to fulfil my destiny."

"I know the feeling," her mother nodded sadly. "At least...you won't have to worry about the poacher attacks."With a laugh, they both knew that was true. Kyne, being plant people, produced roots known as kyneroots that outlaws from other provinces sought to steal by murdering the Kyne. The Emperor ignored the pleas from Groveshire. Together they approached the Seeker of the Academy. Fortunately, the Seeker who came to her was also a Kyne. Seemingly, because of this he had was always delegated to handle matters relating to the Groveshire. Most Kyne in the village were familiar with him. "Hello Arkoi. I believe you are expecting my daughter."

"Ha! So this here be Fructose. Good to meet you, I always love to see my people hungry for more then just flies and sunlight, ha! That's a joke." Arkoi chuckled for quite a long moment, patting his stomach. "Heh, well are ya ready girl?"

"I am." she said, barely masking her excitement in neutral formality. She had everything she needed in her satchel. Wrapped around her body hidden beneath her tan robes was her flytrap, Nym. She was glad she could take him.

"Well, follow me down the wormhole! It will take us to the station, where we'll have to take a balloon up to reach the islands."

"The sun is particularly cool today," Fructose said to herself as she and Arkoi completed the travel through the dirt, climbing out of the wormhole. "That's good luck." She was glad for this. She would need all the comfort she could get if she were to be flying to the Imperial Academy. The idea of flying didn't sound particularly fun to her, which some of her childhood friends thought weird. She found comfort in staying close to the ground where the soil was fresh and pure. To be suspended in the air was something...unnatural.

The balloon ride was only a little less awful then she thought; it still made her core turn upside down. But when it finally landed she considered falling over and kissing the ground...but that's weird!

Suddenly, popping out of her robe's collar was her friend, shaking and growling."Fear not, Nym. There is no danger here," Fructose caressed her flytrap gently across the face. Nym belonged to a breed of giant flytrap, domesticated by Kyne people as guardians. They grew to be giant and fierce, with fangs to rival those of dragons. Nym however, was just a young sapling.

Arkoi gave her a brief tour around the Imperial Academy, and the shrubbery and flowers did make Fructose feel slightly at home. She decided to head for the novice's dorms, but before she went off Arkoi asker her something. "You know Fructose, most Kyne master in the art of healing. Is that what you'll do as well?"

Fructose grinned. "Maybe.." she said. "But my interest is in harnessing darkness."

This is my kind of place :)

Iris thumped her finger into the cup of pudding, then in her mouth delicately sucking on it. She was confused of what Aria meant by an 'Adventure'. She didn't recall signing up for anything of the sort, sh hadn't even been there a day. Her eyes shot back to the sign, where suddenly everything made sense when she read "BLACK BOWS ADVENTURING GUILD". Oh, she thought to herself. I guess I should watch where I go....

She was ready to explain her mistake and walk out, when she felt Aria's eyes racing back and forth between her two new friends. "I guess an adventure wouldn't be too bad," Iris said with a smile. After all, she was looking for a way to earn some experience. Maybe this Aria could show her a thing or two about healing! "Well Gin, wanna go for an adventure?" she smiled down to her companion.

Ginger leapt on the table, sucking on a whole plumb in his tiny mouth. He turned back to Iris and shook his head plainly before focusing on his plumb once more. "Come on Gin. You know you need a new hobby." And Ginger responded with a dramatic eyeroll, a drop of the ears, and a heavy sigh before flopping down on the table. "Aww, I'm proud of you!" she scratched behind Ginger's little ears.

"Well, miss Aria, the dragon has spoken: you can count us in." she smiled as she threw her staff in the center of the table.

Anyone wanna do a collab post with me :)

maybe if i post reeeeaaaal quietyly, the others wont know i won

Iris was beyond nervous, yet she still tried to smile in the midst of little clunky buggies halting and seeing large strangers hop off. Is it just me, or do they shake the ground when they jump? she asked her little companion, a Cado dragon she called Ginger. Ginger was a tiny pup of a thing, orange fur with a squirrelly tail, yet Iris knew him all her life. She had her companion perched on her shoulder, shakily walking about Coxarif's cute, but seemingly crooked, stone streets. She was dying for some excitement, however now she was beginning to worry that her bright pink hair and tiny antlers protruding out her noggin would make her stick out like a green plumb, yet it seemed that everyone stuck out, in their own little way; Iris liked that.

She was beginning to ease up to the strange city, when a little healer's house caught her eye. It fit in well with the other buildings; it was a nice shack with a modest sign of oak reading "Reyginal's Apothecary and Healing" in nice letters. It had always been her dream to be a healer. Have her own little cozy shack full of herbs and potions, some spell tombs, and a nice desk to place all her plants and pottery on...it was the life for her! She had lost herself in her own mind, and felt as if she hit a wall. She panicked, looked back, and saw towering over her a green brute of a creature. It's face was big, it's eyes mean, and it's huge teeth hungry for a throat the bite into. "Ugh. Think ya can just knock me around like a tall mug do ya?" the beastly figure growled. Iris stood frozen in fear; she wasn't incapable of fighting, she carried around her staff made from abaqado tree wood and she wielded it nicely, but she hardly had any training with it. She felt Ginger burry himself in her pink flowing hair, beneath her long hat. The creature continued, "Well, something you better learn is that nobody pushes around Barhill the Beast."

Too afraid to run and not confident enough to fight, she began to try and stammer out some quick diplomacy. Nothing left her mouth, but suddenly she saw a skinny green hand reach out for Barhill's shoulder. My guardian angel! she thought in relief. Barhill turned around abruptly, and suddenly his nasty face turned straight to the sky. "Maggie!" he cried out, embracing out the other stranger in a massive hug. "I've been waiting by the gates every day for the past two weeks! Where have ya been?" he asked in joy.

The face she saw was almost a complete copy of Barhill, but on a slightly smaller and more frail body, yet this female counterpart seemed taller and looked much older. "I've missed you, Bah. I've missed the city, too.." she said, gently returning the hug. The two held on for quite some time, but when they ceased to embrace and Iris saw Maggie's hideous eyes shift to her, she began to curse herself for not running while she had the chance. "This your friend?" she asked, staring deeply into Iris's large brown eyes. "She looks scared to death - Bah, are you still tormenting strangers?"

Barhill let out a long, deep chuckle. "Orc's gotta amuse himself somehow, no? HA - sorry if I scare ye, my deer friend, maybe i'twas cruel, but it's so fun!" the large orc cleared his throat, "The name's Barhill, I cook for a little pub up and near here, and this is my sister Maggie, but just call her Magg's, she loves it!" the orc let out a small wince in pain as his sister's fist shot up his arm. "anyways, no need to worry, ye can take a breath. I swear I won't try and strangle ye and eat up yer furry little friend there. Come! Follow us to the Black Bow, and make yerself at home therr."

And so Iris paced slowly behind the two orc siblings, as they relived old times in some little mining camp just outside Coxarif. They caught up with each other, Maggie had made a profit collecting and selling goods she found in her travels, and apparently a rather nice one. Barhill had remained a local chef in the place, apparently a quite talented one. When they reached the door's to what was called "The Black Bow", Barhill took the lead in pushing the door open with excessive strength. "Been nice gettin' to know ya, Irry. Now, go sit down somewhere, me and Maggie gotta go do our jobs."

Iris gently smiled as the two went back in another room of the pub. "They seemed... rather friendly." she told Ginger. She took her seat, almost by instinct, where she saw a couple others before. She hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself, her time here had just begun.

Awwwww <3

HumanSanity: 30
Emily: 12
Luca: 9
Dax: 9
FLP: 5
Dyll: 4
Zuk: 2

I suck

HumanSanity: 29
Emily: 12
Luca: 9
Dax: 9
FLP: 5
Dyll: 3
Zuk: 2

Once upon a star supernova, twenty

They winked cutely

Lol

maybe

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