[Desmond]

username -- Desmond
buttermilk w/ link -- Takara
day -- 4
choice -- Left
prompt (200 words min.) -- With a huff, Takara approached the sleeping cow, and gently nudged at her, trying to rouse her. While she was not immune to exhaustion, and acknowledged her own need to rest every once in a while lest she burn herself out like a wildfire, she had never been all that tolerant of blatant laziness. It did nothing - there is no benefit or reward to neglecting one's duties, or looking beyond the horizons, and left a sour, rotten-egg taste in her throat whenever she felt that she had been lazing about. She has never really been all that understanding toward those who indulge in sloth.

If the stranger was merely exhausted - and she could see how the market could wear one out very quickly - then they could at least do the courtesy of not taking up the whole path, thank you very much - unless she really wants to get trampled, then by all means. Who was Takara to deny someone the right to become part of a path, instead of one treading upon it? How so very dare she consider such a thing?

(But in all seriousness, the stranger was going to have to move, one way or the other.)

[Andromeda]

username -- Bluebird-
buttermilk w/ link -- Belladonna
day -- 4
choice -- Right
prompt (200 words min.) -- Another intersection appeared in the distance. Belladonna wondered if she'd ever get through this maze, she'd already come across 5 dead ends!! There was Betsy again, that cheerful cow making conversation with anyone who passed just straight ahead. "Not today, Bets.." Belladonna muttered to herself, turning to go left as that's what she had been doing lately. She stopped mid-turn, however, a puzzled look on her face as she spotted another cow sleeping in the path. The heifer couldn't believe her eyes, she longed to get out of this maze and this cow was just..sleeping?! With an irritated sigh, she turned again to the right, seeing wild flowers sprouting from in between the stalks of corn but otherwise it seemed to be the most quiet option.

Bella slowed as she approached the flowers, lowering her head to peer at them closely. She'd never been one for getting excited about flowers, but their colors really popped amongst all the green in the maze and she couldn't help but to appreciate their presence. Nightshade was her favorite flower, beautiful yet deadly, a mysterious gal. She didn't see it among the other flowers, though, however she didn't really expect to. Nightshade had a nasty reputation for catching the eye of novice flower lovers and taking them by surprise. (215)

[lucas tazmily]

username -- Pufferheart
buttermilk w/ link -- Beth
day -- four
choice -- right
prompt (200 words min.) --

Beth looked at the three paths, thinking hard once again at which one to take. The left one had a Buttermilk sleeping peacefully in the middle of the path. Beth knew if she were trying to get around her, she would end up walking up. Then there would be some sort of fight and they would both end up arguing. Beth definitely didn't want to take that one if it meant she'd get mad. Even if she was getting better at controlling her temper.

The straight one had Betsy in it, talking to all the other Buttermilks around her. No way was she taking that one. Beth didn't really feel like talking right now.

The left path was the one that looked like the best choice for Beth. She started to walk down that one and look at all the flowers. Most of the flowers Beth couldn't place a name on, but she saw her personal favorite flower growing upon the ground. A dandelion. Out of all the other flowers, this one was a fighter. It grew in places Buttermilks didn't like. It was even classified as a weed. But Beth just liked its attitude. It sort of reminded her of herself.

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[BiscuitTheDog]

username -- BiscuitTheDog
buttermilk w/ link -- Carmie
day -- 4
choice -- right
prompt --
Carmie had been a bit uncomfortable when she'd been walking with Betsy and the crowd during the rainfall. Betsy had asked quite a lot of personal questions, and Carmie had gotten tired of answering them all. This time, she avoided the path that Betsy took, and instead looked left.
In the middle of this path, a little ways out, a grey cow lay asleep, snoring. Carmie wanted to go and wake the heifer, but it looked so peaceful there... She just couldn't bring herself.
And so, she took the right path, which was lined with bright flowers. Carmie inhaled the mingled scents of at least a hundred different types of flowers, and immediately started walking along the path. She trotted carefully, making sure not to step on the occasional flower that was scattered on the path. Carmie trotted happily, and it didn't take long for her to start thinking about her own favorite flower, the Dahlia flower. These flowers were always breathtaking in Carmie's opinion. The way they poofed out, and their immense variety in color, made her quite like them. The smell was nice too, and if Carmie could, she would grow a garden of them. These flowers looked so delightful, and Carmie liked to gently brush them with her hoof. The flower meant dignity and intelligence, and it was also a symbol of commitment and a bond that lasts forever. Carmie thinks those traits are quite nice in her opinion.
Carmie has a small vase in her stable that has a single pink and yellow Dahlia flower in it. She liked to look at it before she sleeps every night, for the color soothes her. This flower that Carmie keeps is actually the one plant that she's been able to keep thus far, sicne she isn't actually as good of a plant keeper as she thought.
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[Knickknacks]

username -- knickknacks
buttermilk w/ link -- Quince
day -- 4
choice -- straight
prompt (200 words min.) --

Quince briefly considers the left path, but ultimately decides against this course, not wanting to intrude on the sleeping heifer's nap. Peering down the straight path, she sees Betsy- she's not entirely sure how that's possible, but Betsy is there nonetheless- smiling in greeting. Though the flower-lined right path is certainly pretty, Quince is ultimately won over by Betsy's friendly appearance. She avoided her earlier because there was a crowd, but now seems like as good a time as any to have a chat with her 'hostess.'

In response to Betsy's question about her friends, Quince allows herself a small, affectionate smile at the thought.

"My best friends are also my sisters," she says in her soft voice. "We're all around the same age, because Beverly adopted us together- and we've been thick as thieves ever since we were little. Logan, Phoebe, and Thalia- they're the best family I could have asked for, and beyond that the best friends. I've had so many fun and hilarious adventures with my three sisters. We're all so different in personality, but somehow that made us mesh all so well, complementing each other in all the right ways. We still do- I hope they're having fun at the other parts of the fair. I can't wait to hear about their days when we get back together." Quince gives another small smile before lapsing back into silence, having said what she wanted to say, and continues forward with Betsy.

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[fawn-]

username -- fawn-
buttermilk w/ link -- Elle
day -- 4
choice -- Left
prompt (200 words min.) --
As Elle continued on her way, she saw a figure up ahead in the middle of the path and by its slow, rhythmic movement, figured it was something alive; it shaped out to be another cow. She didn’t want to yell or step on her to wake her up, but she was sound asleep and in Elle’s way. Elle walked closer, attempting to stomp her feet very loud on the ground, hoping the noise or vibration would jerk the sleeping cow awake and out of the way so she could pass by and avoid confrontation. She didn’t budge. Elle approached and took a few deep breaths letting out an audible sigh, which did nothing. Soon she was right next to miss snooze fest and looked down at her. Well now she was out of choices. She picked up one hoof, very softly and quietly, and placed it on the opposite side of the cow, quickly followed by her other hoof. She was now straddling the cow, holding in her breath. She slowly lifted one back leg, landed it and lifted the last one, just grazing the sleeping cow’s ear. She took a few steps to regain balance and looked back. The cow just flicked her ears and twitched her nose, continuing to snore. Elle was amazed at the cow’s ability to sleep through all that but was glad she did. How could someone sleep the entire day away when there is a maze to get through!

[honeybunchesofoats]

username -- honeybunchesofoats
buttermilk w/ link -- Alberon
day -- 4
choice -- Right
prompt (200 words min.) --

You would think that because of the dandelion marked on Alberon that dandelions would be her favorite flower but in fact she hated them. It served as a constant reminder that she was a wishful thinker and nothing more. When people called them "wishies" it made her skin crawl like she was being mocked. Alberon could never make up her mind about where she wanted to be in life and the flowers symbolized almost a kind of curse.

However, she was not averse to all types of flowers. She was particularly fond of speedwells and protea blooms, which she saw on her travels after leaving the farm. She wasn't well versed in knowledge with plants, but she did save these flowers as presses inside a journal she kept. After stopping in one of the towns, she found a botanist. He told her that her flowers meant courage, transformation, kindness, and loyalty. She smiled fondly, almost as if they were long time friends of hers and she just discovered something new about them.

Alberon couldn't help but think this was some sort of sign that she might be moving towards her right path in life. She had been the happiest in her travels since leaving the barn and the flowers she had picked seemed to be agreeing with her. (218)

[Winter Shores]

username -- Winter Shores
buttermilk w/ link -- Antheia
day -- 4
choice -- Right - There’s some flowers growing among the corn on this path. Does your buttermilk have a favorite flower? What is it, and why?
prompt (200 words min.) -- Antheia was at a next intersection, she looked between all of them. To the left there was a sleeping heifer in the middle of the path and Antheia really did not want to wake her up in case she was grouchy. Straight ahead was Betsy, Antheia could overhear her asking about barns, friends, and traditions. Antheia didn't feel like interacting with Betsy today. So she hummed to herself and decided to go right. Right had a bunch of different flowers sprouting from the ground and growing wildly. She walked down the path and decided to overlook every type of flower there was. There was aster's, daffodil's, foxgloves, marigold, chrysanthemum, baneberries, and lilac. Honestly, there were so many more types of flowers but the list was endless and she wasn't trying to keep track. When she approached the lilac bush she froze up. The perfect periwinkle color mixed with sweet aromas, it was sensational. She felt like she was in heaven in that exact moment. Like nothing could pull her away from this desire to just sit and smell the lilac over and over again. She could probably fall asleep under the tree but that would be a bad decision. She had to get out of the maze at some point. She did not want to be stuck here forever. Maybe next time she would follow Betsy so she would feel a little safer. She plucked one of the twigs off that held onto many blooming buds. She held on to the branch part tightly, she did not want to loose it for the fact that it was her favorite and it fascinated her. She would have to ask Betsy about this part of the maze later.

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[Venatici]

username -- Morghettio
buttermilk w/ link -- The Holy Trinity
day -- 4
choice --=

Right - There’s some flowers growing among the corn on this path. Does your buttermilk have a favorite flower? What is it, and why?
prompt (200 words min.) --

Meandering along the corn maze is fun, and he sees everyone else picking different paths: poking fun and prods at the buttermilk is sleeping. Also, Betsy seems to be ahead of him again, which is confusing a bit to him given that he has kept up a decent pace and has no idea how she managed to get in front- but maybe, just maybe, Betsy does have some sort of secret. Morgan feels the same with the forest, knowing every nook and cranny. Maybe that is the same way for the corn maze, though given that the corn maze is in no way permanent and changes so frequently, Morgan thinks about how that might be some weird waste of time.

Well, in the end, if people are having fun, then maybe it is good that Betsy knows this maze better than anyone else. Morgan lowkey wonders how much time she has spent on learning all the ins and outs of the maze, or maybe she is just cheating by using some sort of device to move her.

Who knows.

So, Morgan takes the path with all the little flowers. He does not really have a favorite flower: he appreciates all plants, so the specific type does not matter, because they all matter to him.



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[mtuan,]

username -- mtuan
buttermilk w/ link -- Abby
day -- four
choice -- right
prompt (200 words min.) --
There were some flowers growing along her path, oh so daintily blocking the young girl from passing through. Though the flowers would have been easy to trample over if the girl had really wanted to force her way through, there was no doubt that she didn't really want to destroy the beauty that was in the path itself. She'd have to hop over it- as gently as possible if she'd wanted to get through. Of course, there was also the other option of heading towards the sleeping cow but- nah. No need to disturb someone's slumber. As Abby comes closer to the flowers, she soon comes to realize that they're indeed poppies standing in her way. Her favorite types of flowers with the little unshapely bulbs that are so iconic, yet simply made of patterns- easily fragile and delicate. There isn't a real reason why poppies have been her favorite type of flower. But perhaps she simply remembers it from her childhood, where she'd spend her time smelling the flowers and gazing at the poppies. There was no reason she couldn't enjoy their beauty so- she loved them. They were fragile and delicate, unlike the thorny roses that often would prick and hurt. [203 words]