*it is spring, and spring is the season for flowers, but she will not be like those tulips as common as they are colorful, like those dandelions competing for their place within their dirt, those blossoms born to burst and bloom upon the trees then quickly fade away a few weeks later -- she is too vain and too insecure to be like all the rest (too ( Read more... )

Spring is in full swing, and guess who's out making sure it keeps happening... well, it would happen regardless, but he is making it a little bit brighter and a little bit warmer than it would otherwise be. Even the flowers (the little white ones, Baldr's favourites) are putting in that bit extra effort out of pure joy of the season ( Read more... )

His long legs that somewhat resembled sticks were what lead him into the main room of the mansion. With a watchful eye he looked around, letting his beak-like nose guide him.
"What is this place?," he said with an upturned nose. "Well, just as long as those pesky children aren't anywhere near here."
He brushes off his old, dusty vest and made his way ( Read more... )

Spring is nearly here, and so Mary sees it fit to start putting her plan into motion.

"Are there any angels about? I would wish to speak with you."

Fleurette is all for new holidays that mean people get flowers. Nevermind the meaning. She is in the main room of the Mansion with a basket of cut roses of all colors, giving the blooms to whoever will take them. There is nothing wrong with the blooms except maybe a few thorns on the stems.

Spade looked very slightly grim as he moved through the halls. Though his efforts at finding people had been dubious at best since arriving at the Mansion, he was confident he could find Jackrabbit one way or another. The problem would be what, exactly, to say when he found him ( Read more... )

Tacked up in the mansion, somewhere on a wall, is a note written in a lightly shaky pink script, on a piece of off-white glittery stationery. The note reads:

There are many creatures in the world which are surprising to come across. Blood-suckers, were-things, winged chicks, people with fins are a few. Among you now is a very strange creature. ( Read more... )

Wolfram sets up his easel in the main room, wanting to finally try out the paints he had gotten from Jackrabbit for Christmas.

"Does anyone want their portrait painted?"

*Since she got a break from baby-watching today (thank goodness for grandfathers), Marian's been baking. And baking and baking some more. As a result, there are three different kinds of cookies: chocolate chip, sugar, and snickerdoodles -- along with two cakes (white and chocolate), many plates of nutbread, a few jars of jams and jellies, and ( Read more... )

There is a young man sitting in the kitchen. It would be difficult to say how long he’s been there - he is very quiet, very still, very intent on the thick book in front of him ( Read more... )