lunar-sloth

Jasmine paced. With each step, she left behind a powdered green footprint. In all the hustle of preparing for Pride celebrations, she hadn’t even noticed when she stepped in spilled matcha. Bubby pride was so important and it was her bakery’s first year! She couldn’t mess this up. Amai dipped her head from behind the curtain that separated the kitchen from the front of the shop. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jasmine cut her off. “Oh no, oh no, what’s wrong? Did the biscotti burn?” Jasmine bolted up, as her mind created tragedies. “Wait, was - was there a fire - we can’t….” ̶

Mooneye grinned at his brother as he watched Jeko carry his plate across the dining room. The prince-like bubby had taken almost all of the pistachio cake, leaving none for the twins. "Psst, Sonny, do you know what I'm thinking?" Mooneye whispered to this brother. Sonrise grinned back, reading his brother's mind and whispering. "Jeko would really like some oatmeal cake instead, right?" ------------------------------- Mooneye pushed the salt, sugar and sulfur shakers across the table and replaced them with some spare parchment. Granted, he had "found" the parchment in the Researcher's bag, but there was plenty of space on the back! He drew

The Researcher pushed their glasses back up their nose and flicked the page in their book. It was a thick tome they'd found in a crumbling library. Magic barely held the spine together, but the effort to keep it together was worth the strain. They wiped the "Come onnnnnn," Page whined, flopping over on her back. "You said you were going to read me a story. This is so boring." "But, but-" The Research stuttered, "The economic production of the people who used to live on Puraton is fascinating!" Page kicked her hooves in the air. "When you said you were going to read me a story, I thought it would have pirates. At least a swordfight! Not thi