BUN-777: Vanna

“You’re in an awfully good mood today.” Vanna looked up from his work to see Primrose eyeing him, a brow raised. He’d said the words in an accusing tone, but his expression was uncharacteristically soft. He must have been in a good mood thanks to their plentiful harvest…Vanna...

It’s been some time since Eden and Vanna ventured into the embassy’s gardens to water the plants together. Since then, their efforts had finally borne fruit: the seeds that they had carefully planted had all bloomed into wondrous flowers, not unlike the feelings between the two, whose petals had unfurled—slowly but surely—into a lovely flower of its own. It was early in the morning when they walked into the greenhouse, nothing but fine mist and their hus...

Once again, Vanna was back at the greenhouse for work. This time around, Primrose called him in for another delivery and didn’t bother elaborating… Another batch of tea for Dove, maybe? But it had been so soon since the first harvest, and he doubted that Dove went through tea that fast. Maybe this tea was for someone else. As the ...

“So this dew comes from the clouds that we’re standing on…?” Vanna looked at Eden, who was currently holding a glass watering can filled to the brim with pure dew harvested not long ago. The tip of the little nun’s tail twitched with unconcealed interest as he stared at the liquid, entranced. Vanna couldn’t help but smile as he hummed in affirmation. “That’s...

Every cherubun knew that making tea took a lot of work—it was one of their most cherished drinks, after all. While gardening was normally a simple chore that was completed without much thought in the Heavenly Meadow, the cherubuns made sure to take special care of their tea plants. Each type of tea required their own special kind of care; some needed more water than others, while others had different needs in terms of soil and nutrients.Then there was one of t...

In the Heavenly Meadow, gardening was never a time spent in idle contemplation. Vanna remembered singing to fresh sprouts and vibrant blooms alike with their peers, cooing at how well the plants have grown from the combined might of the cherubuns’ love and the gentle rays of the sun. It was a joyous, playful sight; even now, as Vanna reminisced on those carefree memories, they couldn’t help but smile wistfully. In the meadow, where flowers grew in abundance ...