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🧙 WHO: Emerald & YOU!
⚔️️ WHAT: Top is open prompts, individual prompts in comments.
🕒 WHEN: Early to mid-March
🗺️ WHERE: Various
⚠️ WARNINGS: None yet, will add as needed.

A. Flowers and Dragons (TDM Prompt)
[ Emerald isn't much of a flower person. She doesn't mind them, but in the grand scheme of things, she's more a fan of realistic wants and needs-- she's not the type of person to get drawn in because something is pretty. The baby dragons are kind of a menace though, and without her aura to protect her, she'd rather do things the peaceful way...

At least her particular style of magic is especially useful for this kind of a mission. She may not have mastered hard light by any means, but in the months she's been here, she's become very adept at illusion and glamours. It's more a focus of familiarity and want, but right now, it's got her with one hand up to hold an invisibility illusion up while a dragon is mere feet from her and she's kneeling down with a basket full of little purple chive blossoms. She's doing her best to fill up the basket with one hand, but it's obviously a little messy.

If you come near her, she'll stop to put her fingers up to her lips. She can't control what the dragon hears, after all. Please don't alert the baby, she's trying her best to get this done without disaster. ]

B. Homesick or sick of home?
[ While Emerald's happy that they have inn rooms to fall back on, it's a stark reminder that it's still not a home. There's no one there waiting for her, and the longer she's here, refusing to let anyone get close (even if some people are clearly trying) the more it reminds her that she's alone. It also leaves her to think a lot about what a home means to her, and why she wants one here. It would be natural to want to stay in that inn if she felt like she had a place back in her world. Because the inn should be temporary-- a reminder that this is not forever, that they'll all go home one day. It's getting harder and harder for her to see why that's a good thing, the longer being here reminds her what it's like not to spend every day in a constant variable state of terror.

And yet, she finds herself wandering around an open house. The place she's at is too big for her to live at alone, for sure, but anyone can wander in easily and see her looking caught up in her own thoughts. If she does catch you looking though, it'll quickly be covered up with her narrowing her eyes. ]

Do you want something? You're supposed to be looking at the house, not me.

[ Well, she's still got an attitude problem whenever she's caught having feelings. ]

C. Wildcard
[ Write your own prompt or contact me and I'll whip up something for you! I can be contacted at tartetatin or taylotjelly#4556 on Discord. ]

Comments

[unhappy]

Well, the dragons are babies. I guess it makes sense, unless we're getting real weird with dragons by the end of the day.

[ She gets to the end of her string of flowers and holds it out to show him, but jokes as she does. ]

I'll pass if that's where it's going.

[kiss_it_better]

[He doesn't laugh but his smile widens a little.]

I doubt that's where this is going.

[He pauses his own crown weaving to take a look at her handiwork. He nods a little, before holding out his own crown.]

Your previous weaving should have made some gaps where the stems are braided. You just have to slip the other end into one of these gaps. [He demonstrates.] Then you can tie over it with a piece of long grass for extra stability.

[unhappy]

All the stems don't poke you in the head?

[ She does as he says, giving it an uncertain look. Hers isn't graceful, but it's mostly done right. ]

[kiss_it_better]

You can tuck them into the gaps between the flowers.

[He reaches out and tucks on in to show what he means.]

Then you can cut the excess end if you want, afterwards.

[unhappy]

[ She does that, but she doesn't bother cutting it. The only thing she has to cut with is Thief's Respite, and she's not going to awkwardly try to fit the tip of a sickle into a flower crown. ]

I think it's done. We just offer these to the dragon baby right?

[kiss_it_better]

That was what I understood.

[He finished tucking the ends in until all of it looked smooth.

Then he stood up, looking in the direction where the baby dragon from earlier had been.]

I suppose we'll see if our handiwork is acceptable.

[He's smiling because he's joking...but also not entirely. There's always a chance their offerings would be rejected he supposed.]

[unhappy]

It better be. The alternative isn't us getting burned to a crisp.

[ She'll fight a baby dragon and drag it where it's supposed to be in chains before she lets it fry them. But she's definitely all for the flowers working. ]