Whitlea

Heidi did not frequently go to parties hosted by the wealthy as she found them to be overbearing and she preferred to keep things rather humble. She was not the one to be rather extravagant after all. Unless it involved her flowers and her work involving them of course then that was where she would pull all the steps to offer the top notch quality that showcased her passion for them. When she had heard about the Cupid's Waltz, she had smiled and shaken her head; explaining it was not h...

Yoo-ah has never been much of a party-goer. That’s why, when she receives an invitation to Cupid’s Waltz… Well, she supposes the phrase ‘color me surprised’ would be appropriate in this case.   The witch can’t tell why exactly she’s been invited and even considered refusing this invitation. Before she could, howe...

  Pecks & Stitchin'   (7...

Preston loved performing. Just like Bacchus, he was a performer in heart, soul, and body alike. His little catte paws were always itching to feel the wood of a stage underneath them, and his fur felt most well-kept when it was adorned with a nice outfit and styled to fit a character.   All of that was exactly why Preston was positively unhappy...

"Oh my! The cuerasus has messed up the scarecrows out in the fields and you need some help fixing that up? Sure we can help out" Heidi answered as Cree peeked out from behind her with some flowers in his hands; having been helping her sort her flowers out in preparation for using them in their usual individual products."Lead on, Whitlea~" The dark skinned Cossetling gestured to the sweet farm girl who led them both away from Heidi's cottage and toward Whitlea's farm where the mentioned ...

“Thanks again ‘fer agreein’ ta help,” Whitlea sighs, leading the pair down the dirt path towards the field. “Y’sure ya don’t want me t’bring it in? Wouldn’t be too much trouble!”   “It’s alright! We know how hard you’ve been working this season,” Harriet replies, waving her hands. “Just a bit of stitching and it’ll be good as new!”   ...

 Ring That High Striker! ≻─── 💥 ───≺ (983 Words) The two friends, Cosette and Whitlea, we...

"Hey, you there, little lamba, slow down for just a sec!"    The call startled the small lamba, who had just set themselves to resume their adventure once more. They turned their woolly head to look up at the cossetling before them. She was horned and had her hands on her hips, her shadow cast over the lamba as they stared up at her curiously.    "Ain't yo...