⌘ Prompt

The Psyche Remembrance Festival is due in a few short weeks and what better way to show appreciation for another, than with chocolates? Now any cossetling worth their salt must know that the best chocolates are made weeks in advance. Without proper preparation work, what is even the point of specialty chocolates? Cosette said in passing that it would be great to prepare chocolates for the souvenir shop at the next holiday so Heloise showed up bright and early th...

“You look kinda like a Forget-me-not which makes sense since, well, yer-” The paper is crumbled and tossed to the side, pencil pulled away before it’s wasted and the eraser not even a thought in his head as the letter falls. It’s joined on the floor alongside many, many more akin to itself. Pieces of partially-written poetry, love letters, ideas, barely even thoug...

He wasn’t making much progress on his own. It came as a great relief, then, that he would be having a friend to go to the masquerade with him. A friend who would be there at any minute to begin their dance practice. Malcolm paced, hooves clicking along the wooden floor, followed by the clicking of four smaller hooves. Francis bleated as he trailed after Malcolm. “Oh? What is it?” The herald bleated again as he pointed to the door with his nose. “Did you see...

Malcolm didn't dance. He never found the need to dance. At the most, he would sometimes write about dancing, but he could never imagine doing it himself. He thought that perhaps he would get the courage to dance during the festivities at the masquerade ball... but he still hadn't gotten the courage. Not only would he have to try and understand the movements on the spot, but he would have to find a partner to dance with. That might involve using his voice to ask for a dance, which might get hi...