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The one thing Vivian was truly passionate about, was roses. Out of all flowers, roses were the most majestic, most passionate, most romantic flower that ever existed, and every single rose that she cultivated was months of diligent care and attention. To Vivian, tending to these beauties was not only an occupation but a life calling. And due to this, Lady Calla was dreadfully curious about getting to know this lovely mortal whose life’s work was tending to som...

Herbert Nimsby is a sad little man. Every morning he wakes up and says to himself, Herbert, you are a sad little man. Stop being so silly. He tries his best to linger in the softness of his bed — stays as long as he can, which isn’t very long at all, until his anxious mind rouses him up and into his ill-fitting suit, into the kitchen for wheat toast with a half...

Soft clouds, gentle winds, gold-lined buildings, and the scent of nectar in the air. Oh, it was all so sickeningly familiar. The Heavenly Embassy was a clear imitation of the meadow all cherubuns hailed from. But it lacked one figure that made the entire illusion crumble. No Melangel. No heavenly guardian hovering over her shoulder, keeping accounts of rights and wrongs, chastising their charges – no one to keep them under control. The closest equivalent was Primrose. Oh yes, Rook re...

The light and greenery of the greenhouse gives way to a quiet flagstone path, leading to one of the building’s side entries. Sable watches Primrose’s slender back as he guides her to the door, his shoulders drawn to perfect posture. “My ambrosia workshop isn’t far from here,” he says without preamble. “You’ve likely seen it in passing before. It’s a storage shed; we keep larger gardening equipment in there, but there’s an attached room for my w...

Sable kneels down in the cold, dark earth, facing the ambrosia flowers she’d planted. It feels like so long ago, but… she smiles, tracing an opalescent petal with her fingertip. It glimmers pink and blue where the light dances on its surface, and when she pulls away the petal curls as if to draw her back.  It feels like so long ago, yet at once like barely yesterday.  ...