fairy garden girl . ap.

Don’t talk to him. He’s having one of his biggest fantasies come to life. Someone is stepping on him. A cute girl at that.

         “ I feed the koi all the time and I’m still waiting for my one true love to come sweep me off my feet... I don’t know if that’s true. What if there were pink koi? That would really make it lovely! ” Lyric offers the bag of koi food she got from the market down the street, watching as they crowded around. “ I might be too old or too busy for my love life now though. ” 

  "I'm sweating. I'm glistening. I'm laying on the...

pls… end my suffering

           YOU ARE AN ENFP --- THE INSPIRER !!

     the sudden voice prompted a slight jump from meliora. she walked in, eyeing the various amount of pastries in the display case. “a-ah, maybe you have…” she looked around the empty store, it seemed as though she was the only one here. “i’m assuming you make these yourself, so w-what’s your favorite?”

               “ Everyone needs a hug from time to time. ” Arms spread briefly, all before she retracts one to lift a hand to her lips. “ Well ... perhaps not all the time, it must be weird to get hugs from strangers. How about some chocolate? That’s a scientific hug to the senses! ”

            “ I oftentimes sew my own clothes. Not that it’s any cheaper, but clothes that i sew myself do tend to fit a little better. ” During a breaktime, Lyric sits with a pastel galaxy patterned fabric resting on her knee as she hems the edges inward. “ What do you think? It’ll be a skirt when it’s done. ”

         “ Yes of course! Just like that. ” Skilled hands watched those of her lately-proclaimed daughter, adjusting here and there just to make sure everything turns out perfect, as it usually does. “ Soon enough you’ll be able to make things for the bakery on your own --- and I can officially put you as a baker! Of course I think you already are but the health department tells me otherwise. ”

          “ Someone stole the cookies I baked! ” Hand holding an egg beater whipped in the other’s direction, perhaps accusatory. “ It was Professor Plum in the Library with the Candlestick! ” Quoting some of her favorite board games wasn’t going to help her catch the culprit, but it did help mood a bit. “ Who do you think it was? ”

          “ Sometimes I wish I could fly like a wyvern --- they’re so adept at things like that, but at the same time, I don’t know how I’d fancy having wings for arms. What about you? Though... I suppose the easiest solution would be to be a dragon instead. ”