MYO-3259: Sable

The light and greenery of the greenhouse gives way to a quiet flagstone path, leading to one of the building’s side entries. Sable watches Primrose’s slender back as he guides her to the door, his shoulders drawn to perfect posture. “My ambrosia workshop isn’t far from here,” he says without preamble. “You’ve likely seen it in passing before. It’s a storage shed; we keep larger gardening equipment in there, but there’s an attached room for my w...

Sable kneels down in the cold, dark earth, facing the ambrosia flowers she’d planted. It feels like so long ago, but… she smiles, tracing an opalescent petal with her fingertip. It glimmers pink and blue where the light dances on its surface, and when she pulls away the petal curls as if to draw her back.  It feels like so long ago, yet at once like barely yesterday.  ...

The mandala wrought in stained glass stretched across the greenhouse roof, allowing light to spiral down in multicolored fractals to grace the plants beneath it. Those lovely, colorful lights cast softer shadows than the harsh fluorescents Sable was used to, and she smiled to herself, admiring the way the lights chased themselves among the glossy ficus leaves.  Primrose was running uncharacteristically late, but Sabl...

“Hollis, the elevator’s this way,” Sable said, a nervous smile fluttering on her face. The other bun looked up from the weeds they were admiring. The overgrown stems were easily half the height of their bun form, and stretched up from between the sidewalk cracks, seeking sunlight. “Huh… yeah, guess you’re right,” they said, and picked one of the bright yellow dandelions before meandering after her....

Afternoon sunlight drifted through the cafe’s windows, settling upon the hardwood floors in languid pools. They stretched toward the soft shadows beneath chairs and tables, but didn’t bother to intertwine with them just yet, content to warm the floor they rested in. Sable had arrived about 15 minutes early, deciding that would hopefully be not too early, but not too late. She’d ordered a mocha and a plate of sma...

The cold air was frozen in crystalline silence. It was always cold in the Heavenly Embassy, so far from the ground below— but it was particularly pronounced today. Sable was hesitant to even walk, hyper-aware of her hooves echoing down the quiet street. The sound seemed eager to shatter the quiet air and dance upon its fragments; she tried to muffle them with slower footsteps, though without much success. Churro, however, seemed entirely unbothered. He waddled...

It had been over a month since the first cherubun had entered Burrowgatory— Dove, their name was. Sable hadn’t met them herself, but she’d seen the name here and there. In group chats, news articles… ‘cherubun’ was on everyone’s lips lately. For good reason too— it wasn’t every day a new species (subspecies?) was discovered.  History in the making, a comment sai...