Monthly Prompt

Amara kept watch through the window as Charum made his way back into the forest and out of sight. Once they were safely on their way, the flowerling turned her attention back to the table she had been organizing. She put the last vial back into its place, then drifted to the underside of the staircase, where a small kitchenette area was tucked. The flowerling retrieved two bottles from the cabinet, one black and one pink, and got to work pouring a selection of f...

“Careful, Apollo,” Charum warned his familiar as they wove through the trees. The path was hardly hospitable, especially with the darkness that had fallen across the Vale, but the wing-eared creature held an orb of light to guide his tamer through. The two had traversed the path frequently enough that it was familiar, but Charum had been instructed not to cut away too much of the plant-life that was currently slowing his progress.  ...

Mazhar spots Clyde having more trouble than they realize when Brecht spots smoke on the horizon. Van and Moira are in a panic when Johnnie-Rose rides in.

Bruce rolled up on a cute little home with an even cuter garden. It was full of crystals and shells glittering in the sand around the colorful succulents. The cactus and Palo Verde trees had long since bloomed leaving their roots covered in a little blanket of petals.    The bean had barely poked his head over the fence when "Hey! Shark boy, what do you think you're doing there?"   ...

“Alright, alright, settle down, little ones,” Prism giggled, gently ruffling Tauri’s hair as the beanling kept trying to boost himself to be able to see past her. “I’d have expected you to be a little more tuckered out by now, since you were gone all day.”    Powder stifled a quiet yawn, and Dawn couldn’t help but give an amused hum at the timing. Prism smiled, “Ah, there it is. I ...

Nikolai was used to the peace of constant ticking. The metronome-like sounds may drive his customers mad, but he found the synchronization of every gear in the shop was marvelous. That is until one morning-   Boom    Nikolai clenched his screwdriver with a quake to his hand. He turned abruptly to the beans on t...

Rosa Island was alive and blooming, pairs of flowerlings and beanlings all bustling about. Sprouting season was just around the corner, and the magic in the air of Prism Vale made itself readily apparent with the chatter and camaraderie around the islands.    Even with the friendly feelings whirling around them, a pair of flowerlings managed to carve out a portion of solitude among the crowd. With all their o...