BUN-1160: Hyacinth

The scent of fresh earth and delicate florals still lingered on Hyacinth’s gloves as he stepped out of the embassy gardens, a small cloth sack of coffee beans tucked securely under his arm. Unlike the ambrosia flowers, which shimmered with radiance, these beans appeared… deceptively ordinary to say the least, if he had to describe them—small, dark, and unassuming. And yet, the moment they had been harvested from the rich, enchanted soil, the...

Hyacinth wandered about in the greenhouse garden of the Heavenly Embassy, his shoes clicking softly against the stone path as he meandered his way through, searching for Primrose. He’d been waiting beside the small plot of flowers he had planted a short while ago, assuming that, if anything, Primrose would have been waiting for him in some grandiose show of extreme punctuality. He caught himself feeling a little worried that something might be w...

The morning sun filtered through the stained glass ceiling of the Heavenly Embassy’s main hall, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the polished marble floor. Hyacinth stood near the grand entrance, a neat, white purse slung over one arm. Within the purse lay a carefully packaged sachet of the tea leaves he’d been given—crisp, fragrant, and handpicked from the embassy’s more far from modest gardens. Their aroma was delicate, a blend of floral and herb...

Hyacinth knelt gracefully on the pristine marble pathway of the greenhouse garden, his gloved hands poised over a shallow depression in the rich soil. Around him, the air was heavy with the perfume of the Embassy's flowers—notes of sweetness mingling with a hint of something otherworldly, though, then again to him, they were. The faint, ethereal glow of the blossoms cast a soft luminescence over the scene, and every petal seemed to shimmer with a life of its ...