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Trixyr ;; Alyssa ;; Female

Alyssa's feet treaded softly on the college greenhouse's floor, damp and scattered with small bits of potting soil. It had the familiar smell of plants recently watered, and a green hose snaked around itself by the east wall in a little nook between two potted trees. Alyssa recognized one of them as a lemon tree, but the other was unknown to her and she could not yet read the label stuck in the soil.

Her father was on the other end on the greenhouse, so focused on several small flower plants he did not realize he had settled in a puddle on the floor, left by the hose fifteen minutes prior. Alyssa trotted over to him, eager to know what the flower was. The leaves were fuzzy and round, and the stems traveling into the base were also fuzzy. The flowers, however, varied in several different colors. White, pink, purple, and plum adorned the small petals. The one that caught Alyssa's eye though was white with purple along the edges of the petals. Alyssa rested her head on the table near her father's arm and inspected the plant further.

Her father kept on working, engrossed in the flowers before him. Pulling his arm back, it made contact with a small furry mass, and turning his head he saw his daughter, Alyssa, had been resting her head on the table.

"I'm sorry HoneyBee, I didn't realize you were there. Are you okay?" Her father hummed, slightly distressed that he had accidentally elbowed his daughter.

Alyssa nodded, and returned to her previous position studying the plant she had taken a liking to. Her father traced her gaze, and his eyes too settled on the relatively small plant with the purple and white flowers.

"Do you like it?" Her father asked, "It's called an African Violet."

Alyssa nodded, keeping her eyes glued to the flowers before her.

"I'll tell you what, why don't you grab me a small plastic cup and some potting soil, and I'll show you something."

Alyssa studied her father a moment, before bounding off to grab the items. The plastic cups sat on a wooden table with the potting soil stored under it. She fumbled with the stack a moment before managing to loose one. She plunged it into the bag, and filled it with a rather large amount of potting soil. Watching the young kalon spring back across the concrete floor of the greenhouse caused her father to chuckle quietly. He took the cup from her gently, and after removing some of the cup's soil he picked a leaf off the plant Alyssa had been eyeing. A small gasp escaped Alyssa's lips as she watched this, but to her curiosity her father poked a hole in the plastic cup's soil and gently stuck the leaf in. Nudging the extra dirt back in the small hole to fill the remaining area, he handed the cup back to his daughter, this time containing a single leaf from the African Violet plant. His daughter took it with wide eyes, and looked back up at her father curiously.

"If you're careful and patient, this little leaf will grow a plant just like that one." Here, he pointed to the purple and white African Violet, "but it will take time HoneyBee."

He watched as his daughter nodded in awe and sat the violet on the floor of the greenhouse, and proceeded to study the potted leaf instead of the fully grown plant she had been fascinated with earlier. Her father returned to his work, needing just a little more time to finish, but periodically he glanced over to find his daughter in the same position and just as interested in the growing little plant in front of her. [624/700]

[shibeboi]

Username::
Name::
Gender::
Childhood memory:: (500 words or less)
Art of memory:: (optional)


Mark!

[Quillington]

Because of the short deadline, I'll allow an extra 200 words in place of the extra art! It's an either or, so you cannot include both additional writing and art. It's also optional, the prompt is the only needed part!

Entries look great so far ^^

[Anza]

possible mark <3

[Strudel]

Username:: Strudel
Name:: Lenna
Gender:: Female
Childhood memory::

Lenna had fallen ill.
Well, she had faked falling ill.

The previous day at school, Lenna had been teased. She was much like her father-- she was very shy around her peers. She didn't exactly have friends, and she had the habit of wearing flashy and colorful clothing as she had grown up seeing her father wear. She was definitely a papa's girl. One of the girls her age had teased her for being awkward and quiet, which led to her being teased for her bright clothing. Particularly the hat she had gotten for Christmas just a few weeks prior. She had gone home crying, careful not to let anyone see.

That was why she had faked being ill, she had no interest in dealing with those mean girls. She was afraid to.

"We can't get a babysitter on such short notice." Lenna heard Brooklyn, her mother, say as she stood by the crack in her door to listen "And I can't take her. We're on the verge of breakthrough--"

Lenna's father, Spruce, interrupted Brooklyn "It's fine, really." he told her quietly "I'll take her with me. I only have one class to teach today. Besides, my office is quiet and she should be able to rest."

And so it was settled, Lenna wouldn't be going to school that day-- well at least not her school.

Her father bundled her up with loving care, he was even sure to put her favorite new hat on her after wrapping her up in her coat. He packed plenty of fluids and some children's Tylenol. He tried to think of everything, and this made him a little late to work, but it was ok. His babies came first.

As the day progressed, he cared for his little girl in his office until it was time to teach his class. He asked her to try to rest, but soon young Leena became restless. It wasn't a surprise, she couldn't sleep and she wasn't actually ill. It was only maybe thirty minutes into the lecture that little Leena slipped into the lecture hall and took a seat in the very back. She was bundled in her hat and her coat once more.

Leena's presence did not go unnoticed by the students closest to her in the class of course, and they doted on her-- especially the females. It wasn't long and it had caught her father's attention.

Spruce didn't stop the class and instead waited until afterward to speak to his daughter. When she finally told him the truth, and why she had wanted so desperately to skip class, he wrapped her in a hug before taking off his own scarf and wrapping her in that as well. He, of course, told her it wasn't right to lie, but he was proud that his girl had been honest with him in the end. To this day, Leena still keeps that scarf and that hat, even though they are both well worn now.

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Art or writing of memory::

[uunicorn]

Username:: Sei It
Name:: Ella
Gender:: Female
Childhood memory::
Ella padded into the room, the bag of birdseed cradled in her arms, "I got it dad!" She announced proudly, before letting the bag slip onto the table as Spruce opened the bird-cage door and reached his paw inside, letting the Macaw within perch on his hand. Ella looked up at the majestic creature with excitement twinkling in her eyes.
As she reached her own paw forward and let the bird perch on her wrist she felt a rush of thrill flow through her whole body, she was getting to hold the bird! For Ella this marked the gaining of trust from her father, and responsibility. The joy she felt well up in her heart doubled as she looked at Spruce's face, smiling, proud.

After persuading the beautiful Macaw back into its large cage she unsealed the bag of birdseed, and watched closely as Spruce reached his arm within to scoop up the bird seed and dump it into the feeding dish. After she practiced getting the right amount to feed the bird and had returned the bag to the cupboard, Ella curled up on the sofa and rested her head on her dad.
He was leaving for the weekend to give a talk at a university and had entrusted the care of the birds to Ella instead of just leaving it to Brooklyn as he normally would. This seemed like such a small thing but it meant the world to Ella.

After an hour of watching television, a sweet voice echoed through from the kitchen, informing them that dinner was ready. Ella rushed through to the kitchen, desperate to taste the spaghetti carbonara that had been prepared. The attention of the table had not been on Ella, this dissapointed her since she revelled in having all eyes on her, "Dad's letting me take care of the birds!" She blurted out, feeling warmth flow through her body as her family listened. She turned to Fawn, "I can show you how to hold them if you want." She said in a non-caring voice, of course she cared, Ella loved to be the big sister, she wasn't bigger by much but she relished the few inches of height she had on her sibling and would often talk down to them a bit, she loved Fawn, but she also loved to feel like she knew things and could educate her sibling.
Ella turned to look back to Spruce, who was smiling, she was very close with her dad. Since she just shared more common interests in plants with him, which meant she asked him for things more often, however as much as she liked plants Ella also adored mathematics. A strange thing for a kid to love but she understood maths, but when she needed help with it, she would have to go to Brooklyn, as her mother could just explain it in a simple way she understood. It was simple days like these that mattered to Ella the most.

Art or writing of memory::
-Art of her holding the Macaw-

[zakuro.]

Username:: zakuro.
Name:: tbd
Gender:: non-binary
Childhood memory:: (500 words or less)
Art or writing of memory:: (optional, 200 words or less)

[kittykore]

Username:: Mimibitz
Name:: Beatrice
Gender:: Female
Childhood memory:: (500 words or less)
Art or writing of memory:: (optional, 200 words or less)

Wip

[uunicorn]

Has this ended?

[Quillington]

Sorry for not closing this earlier! Sanara and I had a bit of a misunderstanding of who would post the results after we discussed it, (I'm super sorry for the delay) but we talked it over for a while and decided on Strudel as the winner! We both thought that the way the personalities were conveyed were accurate and very cute. We look forward to seeing more development in the future!

All the other forms were wonderful as well, it was a really hard decision. ^^