Prompt 3: Home Is Where the Heart Is (closed)

[-pidge]

A small cobblestone cottage hidden amongst thick lushes forest and vast greenery. Vines creeping over the rocky walls as spring blossoms coat the forest floor. A rusted water wheel sat above a little pond, homing koi’s of every colour and size. An aesthetic wood sign hung from string on the door, the words ‘welcome’ engraved carefully into it. Floral curtains dangled from the top of the window frames. From an outside view, it almost appears as a magical fairy wonderland, thats the outside...

Inside, mayhem commences. Beneath a timber plank floor, from potions to spell books, witchcraft equipment it scattered everywhere. Sipping a chai latte, Juniper settled onto a wood stool that was small enough for a 12 year old. Her 2 large stacks of paperwork hide a clear orb she hadn’t used in years. Reaching out she grabs the top sheet of the left pile. Both piles are separated accordingly, one of the only things Juniper manages to organise. The left is for her modern life, the right is for her witchcraft. You see, Juniper jumps through the modern realm and the wizardry and witchcraft realm, something very well illegal.

Being born in the Magical world, Juniper felt there was more to life than spells and enchantments, something beyond that. That's when she came across an old, worn out book in her Grandfather basement. "The magic of realms... 1832..." That night, everything Juniper had believed and wished for, had been confirmed, there is more beyond her realm, more beyond life as she knew it.

For many years of endless research, she came across the modern realm, and how to get there. The sound of it gave her memories she never owned. "Thats where I belong." After that, Juniper was determined to make something, something that she could hide in, something to protect her. That is when the cobblestone getaway was born, a shack that she could move to each world, the thousand of spells cast on it to make it nearly impossible for anyone else to find. So that her home really is, wherever her heart is.

[PleaserOfCrowds]

“Well, I can say earth is pretty strange, but it makes a lot more sense than my home planet. I’ve been kinda living in a friend’s basement right now, so I guess I could tell about both.

We don’t have anything like this back on my home world, it’s mostly only buildings that extend in every possible direction at once. The architecture is a marvel, but when it’s practically everywhere it does become an eyesore. It’s... it’s a very boring place with nothing much to do aside from the military, and look how that ended!” Vega chuckled at the thought quite a bit, recounting the stories they had on the planet. “The technology’s real nice, but I am prohibited from using any of it since I once tried to install some games that I made, and I ended up breaking the entire broadcasting system for a few months. It was really funny, until they found me.”

Vega, to say they were chaotic was a understatement.

“Anyways, I stole a ship because it got boring over there. Problem is, I never had driven a ship so I managed to get completely lost, and then I crashed into Felipe’s yard, and I’ve been living in his basement since then. According to him, he said the area was ‘suburban’ or something? I don’t really get that, but the houses are quite big compared to back home. Where I live now there’s a bunch of equipment that he has to track cryptids or something, which is odd since I’ve seen him levitating stuff sometimes?? Either way, I may have made some modifications to ‘improve’ those devices, since they’re pretty outdated, I can’t really tell if any of them work?

Earth has some really weird customs, such as relationships and kits that don’t come from vats. Felipe had to introduce all sorts of things, such as the laws they have here, and cars. As strange as it is, it’s a lot more interesting and fun to be here! There’s actually something to do, and the food is a lot better than my home planet to say the least. The snacks here are really good.”

They quickly pop a cookie in their mouth, and continues on when they’re finished.

“As for the actual house itself, where I’m staying is a guest room that Felipe never used, and it has a ‘nightstand’ and a ‘bed’ with a ‘alarm clock’. Supposedly you’re supposed to sleep on the bed, but I prefer the carpet, much to his dismay. He keeps a bunch of journals scattered everywhere, all with notes of the mythical creatures he’s documented. He’s had no luck proving it to anyone else besides Bethany, a vampire he became friends with somehow. It’s quite disorganized, even for myself really but I can’t blame him. Sometimes Felipe drags me outside sometimes to look for the cryptids he keeps talking about, but honestly it’s really entertaining and funny to watch. Beth’s there sometimes, and she just joins in watching with me.

While I didn’t really like it here at first, I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon. The air smells a lot better than my home planet, and it’s definitely less bland. The authorities back there probably wouldn’t want me to come back anyways, which I’m fine with cause this so much more fun!

Recently, after Felipe somehow managed to fix the touchscreen in my ship it seems that the colony that founded my home planet came from here based on some files I uncovered afterwards. So I guess I’m not as alien as I thought, because it confirms all of us are kalons.”

Vega seemed interested, practically amazed in Mel’s bull Oran now, seemingly in awe.

“Wow, so this is a cow! I’ve seen pictures of them, but I don’t believe I’ve seen a bull in person!”

(639 words)

[Stormowalf]

"My house isn't that big, scavenging surprisingly doesn't pay that well... But it's a cozy little place!" - Wren

[deerbroken]

ft. seth and alistair
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Two kalons approach the field. They lead their horses, a young leopard appaloosa and a dark bay, slowly as they move to the centermost part of the field, chatting between themselves quietly. As they take their saddles off of their companions and allow them to wander the field and have themselves a short snack, they end up asleep next to each other as they wind down from the intensity of the city they'd just been through. The sudden intrusion of Oran startles both of them, and Seth laughs as he watches Alistair try to fix his hair after it had been disturbed by the bull. Both of them sit up in the lush, green grass, and they look between each other before they start talking, as if they're trying to decide where to start and who should cover what. Seth whistles as Alistair begins, standing to tend to their horses and make sure there are no burrs stuck in the fur at the end of their legs.

"Our home," Alistair starts, putting one hand to his chin. "I guess you could call it old-fashioned. It's not much in the way of civilization, but there's nice folk around."

"And everyone's real friendly with each other," Seth adds, his smile exaggerated by the pale blue teeth that stick up from beneath his lower lip. "Couple of nearby towns around that I frequent, and all of 'em are nice. Some of 'em a little more dreary than others, though," he states, a strange look on his face. "One of the sheriffs seems a little off, is all. Nice fella, if you catch him on the right day. He just, uh... Well, he's kinda gloomy, is all." Alistair nods a little, standing to help Seth hoist one of the saddles back onto one of the horses.

"His town is an odd one. Well, they all are. It's uh, normal at a glance," Alistair begins again, "but the longer you stick around the more oddities you tend to notice." He tightens the strap of the saddle around his horse, and Seth does the next on his own, giving the darker of the two horses an affectionate pat while he gets them ready for travel again. "There are monsters 'round some parts, from giant dogs and men with three heads to strangers that have risen from their graves. All kinds of unexplainable things you would sound crazy describing to a group around a campfire."

"I even saw a vampire once," Seth says excitedly, giving his horse another pat before he faces Mel again. "An' yeah, there are quite a few folks around that have come back from the dead. A little odd, but they're nice enough when you get t'know 'em. And they don't smell or anything, either. Never really bothered to ask about it, truth be told. They sell me pelts and give me a fair price for provisions, so I don't really care what's happened to 'em, long as they stay civil with me."

Alistair has a strange expression on his face for a moment as Seth mentions vampires, but he shakes his head gently and moves onto his next thought. "I run a library in one of the smaller towns, and I've tried to read what I can about the whole situation with these strange folks. Not too much on it, honestly, but anything helps. I've thought about writing something myself, but... It's too much work. I'll let the next curious fella do it, I guess."

"Ah, but your bull there is somethin' else," Seth says, reaching a hand out to pet the gentle giant's snout. "Real beaut', he is. Probably would've fit in at the old circus," he says, but the two kalons look a little off at the mention of it. "Not much of anything now, though," he adds, giving the cow another gentle pat before he withdraws his hand. "Weren't too good to their animals, unfortunately," he says, frowning as he puts a hand on the back of his neck. "Not too good to the people, either. Ended up falling apart when one of the employees had enough of the ringmaster, so they uh..."

"There was a shootout," Alistair interrupts. "Can't say I blame the fella, after all he'd been through. Still, might've been a better way to do it." Seth nods briefly. "Rest of the circus folk are in some kind of gang now, I believe. I feel bad for 'em, really. Wish I could help them out. Teach them how to read, give them a job sorting books or something. Guess it's just a fool's dream, though."

"Not the worst bunch, though," Seth says, shrugging his shoulders. "They pay well enough when they want somethin' made, or come around asking to sell furs to me. Heard good things about them in some towns. Not so much in others. Guess it all depends on where they ramble now, whether there's anything worth stealin' and if the people are the sort of folk who might deserve to be taken down a notch."

Alistair nods a little, and puts his hand to his chin again. "Think they've been to the library, asking to borrow a book or two. And sometimes they pick up bounty posters at the other sheriff's office. Not sure how they manage that with the bounty on their heads, but maybe Liam can't stand to lock 'em up after the stories that have gone around. Not like they really did anything so bad, after all..."

They both laugh a little nervously, before Seth nudges Alistair gently. "Should get headin' out," he tells him, and Alistair nods in agreement.

"All right, Seth." He puts one foot in the stirrup of his horse, but turns to give a dreary little smile to Mel before he hops on. "Thanks for listening to us fools ramble on a bit," he says. "Always nice to have someone new to share stories with."

[990 / 1000 words]

[Loelya]

Pippa takes one of the jars of pigments and a sheet of parchment.
"I'm not much of a cartographer." She gives a laugh. "But I'll do my best!"

[~Levi~]

𝑴𝒆𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚? 𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏? 𝑵𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆... 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑵𝒐 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅.

𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 - 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒.


𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍? 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 - 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆...

𝑀𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠! 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 - 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛.

𝑀𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.


𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆? 𝑶𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕? 𝑶𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅?

𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐. 𝑂𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑙, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠𝘩 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐, 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛. 𝑂𝑓 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 - 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 - 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒. 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑑𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑.


𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡. 𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑒.

𝑺𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 - 𝑵𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 - 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐.

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Mark

[Tanjiro]

Ken giggles as she reaches out towards Oran & pats him on the head, "oh don't worry about it! I grew up in the countryside, I adore these creatures!" She introduces herself as Mel speaks to her. When the question of home popped up, her train of thought became muddy. "Home..." Ken hesitated as her mind briefly wandered to the miserable town she grew up in, a bleeding wound she wished to forget. "Oh! I recently saved up enough money to move to this studio apartment in the city! I never really liked the lonely countryside, & so I moved there. I left everything behind. My friends, my girlfriend, my-" Ken caught herself. Ken, stop scaring people away with your pessimism, she silently scolded herself. "I'm getting off track, sorry! The city is so beautiful! I love waking up & seeing the view of the world from above. I feel like I belong, you get me? I also get to decorate my place however the hell I want, so that means plants & paintings everywhere! It's like my own paradise." She trails off again. Though she loved it there, she never anticipated the loneliness of the whole ordeal. "...I always thought the countryside was lonely, but it's kinda lonely in the city too, being new & all. Haha." Ken laughed nervously. A sudden realization came to her as she looked back up at the figure standing in front of me. "Say, you're my first friend here. We're friends now, right? How 'bout paying me a visit sometime?"

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"my home?" asmodeus repeated. he thought over the question for a few moments, leaning back slightly. "well, i don't really live in the city. or anywhere around here, actually. i rule a planet. despite me ruling said planet, i chose to live in a little cabin-cottage thing a little bit away from the main part of the biggest town. well, i kind of chose to. it was on my family's farm, where they lived. and they passed it all down to me. including the throne," he described. he thought back to his home, never really having reflected on it much before. it really was quite the beautiful place, wasn't it? "i'm mainly the only one working on the farm most of the time, but my lovely wife, kiara, does tend to the garden sometimes, too. it's a pretty big farm, in my opinion. we've got animals, too. there are a lot of animals back on my planet. some similar to earth's, some just entirely unique. i won't get into all of them now, though, but i would like to describe one of my favorites, if that's alright?" asmodeus questioned, though he planned to continue regardless of what mel answered with. "they're similar to cows and goats, i'd say. they're more on the shorter and smaller side, but they're a little like cows, too. they're called varons! i have a few on my farm myself, and my favorite, her name's sweetheart. a creative name, i know," he laughed. what could he say? he wasn't all that good with coming up with names.

"oh, i almost forgot to mention, the planet's name is sumara!" he continued happily. "we have a lot of weather that's absolutely perfect for farming, which is probably why i've got such a big farm. there are a few others who live near me with farms, too. but most of the residents live in a big city, which is pretty much the biggest part of sumara. there are gorgeous sights to see, especially at night when everything is all lit up! think earth's new york city, but bigger and more modern-like. there's a lot of fluctuation between things, depending on where you're at. but i guess that goes for pretty much any planet, huh?" asmodeus sighed and rocked back. he hadn't really taken the time out to appreciate his home and how nice it was. "i think it's really nice there. a lot of gorgeous lights, and so many interesting plants! not only is the scenery and stuff wonderful, but i think the people living there are the best part. everyone's pretty nice, apart from a few exceptions. i think that you'd like it there. you should come visit it sometime. i'd take you, if you wanted. you know, even if you don't want to move there or anything, it would make a nice little vacation!" asmodeus promoted. even when he was first meeting someone, he was promoting his lovely planet. "oh, i've been talking about sumara for a while, haven't i? i'm sorry, i won't continue to bore you," he joked. "i'll leave you to it, now. but thank you for letting me realize just how much i really love my home."

as asmodeus walked away, he sighed to himself. but it was a good sigh. reflecting back on his home and how much it meant to him was a good thing. he was very glad that some man he had just met had given him the opportunity. maybe he would come back and tell him a little more next time.

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[Syd March]

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