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The path becomes overgrown as you distance yourself from the main caravan; whimsical-looking vines wind their way beneath your paws, and bursts of colour - strange, exotic flowers that you don't recall ever seeing before - catch your eye. At the end of the path, nestled comfortably in the overgrowth as if it had been there for years, sits a wagon adorned with a variety of wooden and metal wind chimes. In front of the wagon a kalon - who you had not noticed until now because they themself were also covered in overgrowth - sits in front of a small wooden table, sorting through what you can only guess is a pile of dried leaves and flower petals. Their golden eyes, accompanied by a warm smile, meet yours.
Art by hiraeth+hound
"You are a curious one, I could smell you from a mile away! At least I think it was you..." He trails off and returns to sorting through the mess in front of him. "No darlings, I know we shouldn't talk to strangers..." You slowly make your way over, intrigued by the strange kalon. Who is he talking to?
His head suddenly snaps up, sending a flurry of petals fluttering from the flowers that crown his auburn hair.
"Oh now you want to talk to the strangers! A bunch of fickle flora you all are." He shakes his head at the pile of petals before turning his attention back to you. "Well come closer then and have a sniff." He sees you hesitate and clicks his tongue impatiently. "My dear stranger, don't you know that smells can trigger the most vivid of memories? A single whiff can take you back years! We are in the business of cultivating memories, of collecting stories and the like! Now come closer, like this-" He scoops up a handful of petals in his paws, holding them up to his nose and taking a deep breath, "See, they don't bite!"
You gingerly scoop up a handful of the petals; their colours seem to dance in the soft dappled daylight that filters through the trees - and their scent, which was once intensely floral, has morphed into something quite...familiar.
This prompt will be open from March 18th @00:00 until March 20th @00:00 CS Time (ends at rollover from 19th to 20th)
Rules
✿ Writing entries must be at least 250 words in length, with a maximum of 500 words.
✿ Art entries must be at least a clean, recognizable sketch. No comics or animations. You may include a short 20-word description to go along with your art.
❀ If you are doing art, please depict the memory itself!
❀ The memory can be a positive or negative one, but please be mindful of others and keep it CS friendly.
The path becomes overgrown as you distance yourself from the main caravan; whimsical-looking vines wind their way beneath your paws, and bursts of colour - strange, exotic flowers that you don't recall ever seeing before - catch your eye. At the end of the path, nestled comfortably in the overgrowth as if it had been there for years, sits a wagon adorned with a variety of wooden and metal wind chimes. In front of the wagon a kalon - who you had not noticed until now because they themself were also covered in overgrowth - sits in front of a small wooden table, sorting through what you can only guess is a pile of dried leaves and flower petals. Their golden eyes, accompanied by a warm smile, meet yours.
Art by hiraeth+hound
"You are a curious one, I could smell you from a mile away! At least I think it was you..." He trails off and returns to sorting through the mess in front of him. "No darlings, I know we shouldn't talk to strangers..." You slowly make your way over, intrigued by the strange kalon. Who is he talking to?
His head suddenly snaps up, sending a flurry of petals fluttering from the flowers that crown his auburn hair.
"Oh now you want to talk to the strangers! A bunch of fickle flora you all are." He shakes his head at the pile of petals before turning his attention back to you. "Well come closer then and have a sniff." He sees you hesitate and clicks his tongue impatiently. "My dear stranger, don't you know that smells can trigger the most vivid of memories? A single whiff can take you back years! We are in the business of cultivating memories, of collecting stories and the like! Now come closer, like this-" He scoops up a handful of petals in his paws, holding them up to his nose and taking a deep breath, "See, they don't bite!"
You gingerly scoop up a handful of the petals; their colours seem to dance in the soft dappled daylight that filters through the trees - and their scent, which was once intensely floral, has morphed into something quite...familiar.
Tell me about a scent that brings back a memory for your kalon!
Is it their mother's ginger cookies? Their first time in a tea shop? A dusty treehouse from their childhood? Describe the memory it reminds them of - this strange kalon seems to love hearing stories!
This prompt will be open from March 18th @00:00 until March 20th @00:00 CS Time (ends at rollover from 19th to 20th)
Rules
✿ Writing entries must be at least 250 words in length, with a maximum of 500 words.
✿ Art entries must be at least a clean, recognizable sketch. No comics or animations. You may include a short 20-word description to go along with your art.
❀ If you are doing art, please depict the memory itself!
❀ The memory can be a positive or negative one, but please be mindful of others and keep it CS friendly.