MYO-3791: Venetia Sparks

Travelling to the Heavenly Embassy for the second time was not one bit as daunting as Venetia’s first visit had felt. Meeting Dove had put some things in perspective for her. She found that meeting a cherebun closer to home, more in touch with Venetia’s understanding of the world, was a revelation in her relationship with the unfamiliar buns. Dove’s laidback existence managed to really humanise Primrose for her; he was less this formidable symbol of sanctity ...

Lugging a 30 lb bag of tea leaves across town was not the favour Venetia had anticipated that Primrose would ask of her. When he said tea, she had expected a few tea bags. Instead, she trudged down the street with the burlap sack tossed over her shoulder, routinely checking the handwritten directions she had been given. She was to deliver to another cherebun who had, apparently, preferred to settle down in Burrowgatory than up in the clouds with everyone else. Vene...

It had been months since the place atop the clouds had appeared. Months since its arrival saw the subsequent entrance of dozens of quaint little buns tumbling from the sky. And for months, Venetia had kept her eyes rooted to the ground.Curiosity was a dangerous game and Venetia was determined not to fall into its trap. See, she had always prided herself on being the best at, well, everything. She was perfectly...