Submission (#58) Approved
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Submitted
19 February 2024, 17:54:35 CET (9 months ago)
Processed
20 February 2024, 10:26:59 CET (9 months ago) by Licht
Comments
Okay first of all, weird invasion of privacy—- /lh
Rather than a garbage can per se, Melitodes keeps a woven basket for clippings. Maybe at a corner, or other spaces, of his home, sometimes in the way, guarding the stairs, sometimes thoughtfully out, out of reach of his wolp’s innocent mischievery. It contains the excess, the leaves, and brown speckled trimmings from the houseplants he tends to.
Supposing the scraps are considered waste, that is as close as things get for him to a garbage can. Things that can’t be offered as treats to Gerw—she has picky days—are offered back to the world—they’ve begun from the great outdoors after all.
Should he prefer to, on extremely rare occasion, he might set a chary blaze to a portion and spread fresh ashes across the garden. He isn’t the most keen on cremation, but some piles come off a little much. And it’d be awfully mean spirited to let the plant’s generosity rot in good conscience.
His basket tends to stay erring on full, except on two days of the week, which bounce around on the event that the world has preordained engagements to make with the Kyr. He is only one person.
The plant basket is never to be confused with Gerw’s comfy spot, she is no squirrel and certainly no bird, and while she does show some nesting and snack hoarding behaviors, she keeps her things tidy her way. Toss plant waste on her cozy blankets and she will not be a happy camper, she may scream. And scream, and scream. And thump and scream.
Do not test her lungs, they are small and viciously mighty, determined little airbags swelling with the ballad of protest. She is sweet and thoughtless until provoked spicy and AAAAAA.
It only happened once. Twice, but it was an unfortunate day for them both, hardly a day worthy of either’s remembrance.
Rather than a garbage can per se, Melitodes keeps a woven basket for clippings. Maybe at a corner, or other spaces, of his home, sometimes in the way, guarding the stairs, sometimes thoughtfully out, out of reach of his wolp’s innocent mischievery. It contains the excess, the leaves, and brown speckled trimmings from the houseplants he tends to.
Supposing the scraps are considered waste, that is as close as things get for him to a garbage can. Things that can’t be offered as treats to Gerw—she has picky days—are offered back to the world—they’ve begun from the great outdoors after all.
Should he prefer to, on extremely rare occasion, he might set a chary blaze to a portion and spread fresh ashes across the garden. He isn’t the most keen on cremation, but some piles come off a little much. And it’d be awfully mean spirited to let the plant’s generosity rot in good conscience.
His basket tends to stay erring on full, except on two days of the week, which bounce around on the event that the world has preordained engagements to make with the Kyr. He is only one person.
The plant basket is never to be confused with Gerw’s comfy spot, she is no squirrel and certainly no bird, and while she does show some nesting and snack hoarding behaviors, she keeps her things tidy her way. Toss plant waste on her cozy blankets and she will not be a happy camper, she may scream. And scream, and scream. And thump and scream.
Do not test her lungs, they are small and viciously mighty, determined little airbags swelling with the ballad of protest. She is sweet and thoughtless until provoked spicy and AAAAAA.
It only happened once. Twice, but it was an unfortunate day for them both, hardly a day worthy of either’s remembrance.
Rewards
| Reward | Amount |
|---|---|
| Cinder | 700 |
Characters
OA-006: Melitodes
No rewards set.