Sam was collecting manure when he "heard" that first painful twang across his senses. At this point, he had a decent enough connection to keep track of any magical shifts in the area. He usually recognized what energy entered and exited, whether he had summoned it or not.

But this was new, and it was notably unwell. Sam was going to need to take care of whatever it was, as soon as he was done with the set of chores in front of him. While he did so, he gently extended his consciousness outward, trying to get a better understanding of the issue. The size was human, and the energy was miserable, at a dangerously low ebb.

Sam hurried to saddle up Pete, stuffed a few bottles of water and electrolyte mix in the saddle pack, and grabbed a piece of shungite as well, to keep the poor soul from wandering away when he was being treated. Around here, it was easy for a lost soul to stay lost, and end up as another job for Sam to do. Best fix it before it started.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the humming in his mind. By the time he reached the stand of mesquite at the edge of the wash, there may as well have been a storm cell on top of it.

"Hey, man." Sam said, dismounting and hurrying towards the man with his rescue supplies. "Alright, let's get you fixed up, kay?"

Starting somewhere new always nerved Piper. Especially somewhere there were three different companies rolled into one to take care of. Her new job was at a publishing company, one that sat atop its own bookstore and cafe. It was unique feeling and extremely more welcoming than the other one she had found while looking for employment. The moment she stepped inside, she knew her good choice was confirmed.

The bottom level was where the bookshop and cafe sat. Too one side, rows upon rows of books sat lined almost too the ceiling. And the scent that filled her; warm cinnamon and honey, peppermint and nutmeg, and a hint of something fruity floated around the room. And suddenly, any form of nerves seemed to leave her body.

She stepped up to the front desk, where the receptionist sat with their back turned toward her. ‘Excuse me.’ She said softly as she fixed her bag over her shoulder. ‘I’m Piper Kinsley…I’m the new hire. I’m supposed to meet Dedrek.’

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Send 🎁 and I will tell you what my muse gave yours!

The gifting season was more of a Roman tradition. Gannicus, as a slave, didn't have anything to gift either. He had been trying to remember if he'd ever gotten gifts around this time as a child. "Medicus." he smiled as he walked up to the other man at noon and put a mug in front of him with some of the best wine. "From my last victory."

He really didn't know much about Aedan. But in his defense, Matthew didn't really know much about anyone in the camp either. What he did know for sure was that Aedan was very close to nature or something. He liked things that had to do with animals. After all, he even gave his horse a name. Which actually everyone did, except him.

“His name is Jeremy. Take good care of Jeremy, will you?”

Jeremy was a black mouse with a white nose, which he held out to him. A mouse that he had caught when it tried to run over his feet. It wore a tiny red bow around its belly. That should be suitable for a Christmas present.

Conláed remembered how Aedan had once raved about the flowers that grew in the royal garden. Well, at least he had mentioned them and described them as something that caught his eye, giving the prince the impression that he liked them.

So he had thought about giving him various seeds for Christmas.

He presents them to him in a festive box wrapped in a golden bow. Where Aedan came from, they would grow just as big and bloom just as magnificently as in the garden at home, Conláed was sure of that.

My muse would like to…

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  sing for your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  hold your muse tight.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  lean onto your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  cuddle your muse.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse (no movies in their world)

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse (also no games)

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  cook together with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.