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Hetherev Ocean Prompt 1-A: Breathe (you can't)

My Strudel Cafe “Enlightened Event” submissions! My arborling Foxglove was called deep into the wood by some powerful, natural force, and was determined to investigate it. His friends -well, mostly pets, but my other Midveiler Crinkle- thought to go with him.

It was hard: it hurt, it tired him, soaked him, brought him to his knees once or twice, and made him question if he might have packed enough. But he at least is happy to say he packed wisely in the long run. Perhaps the Druid of the Slumbering Woods saw the inherent value of the seeds he took from his birth flower; brothers and sisters yet to be, or simply more color for their domain.

On his way out, however, Foxglove realized that perhaps -just perhaps- going by his native plant’s name isn’t working for him. There are at least a dozen foxgloves in his community, and if he’s going to make a name for himself, he has to pick it first.

The boss we’re about to face in tonight’s Luzish PTU game. idk what our odds are, but I get the feeling we’re not walking away without our fair share of bruises.

The words heard the least can have the biggest impact.

Sometimes, it’s someone saying they’re proud of you and your efforts.

Sometimes, it’s someone saying they believed in you when it felt like nobody else did.

Sometimes, it’s a sincere apology from someone you never expected to admit to having done wrong.