MYO-3844: Morgaine

Morgaine was exhausted. That wasn’t unusual for this time of year; pretty much everyone expected to wake up the morning after All Sinners’ Day hungover, sore, tired, and possibly in an unfamiliar location without some of the clothes they had been wearing the night before. He’d probably spent more time drinking with customers tha...

“-and you can tell from the lack of tarnishing on the metal accents that this end table is a recreation and not the real deal, while this one is genuine,” Wychwood said, pointing variously at the different furniture pieces in front of them.  Said furniture was arranged in a diorama of an antique (to Morgaine’s eye, though Wych ...

A frown was etched on Primrose’s face, as was often the case; this frown was not one of displeasure, however, but of deep, intense concentration. His hands moved with the utmost precision and care as he separated a single ambrosia flower into all of its different parts. Petals were delicately plucked so as not to bruise or tear and set in a pile; leaves were likewise laid aside, later to be hung up to dry. The stems were cut so that sap could be squeezed out a...

Honestly, Morgaine had come to really enjoy the gardening aspect of tending the ambrosia flowers in the greenhouses. It was physical work without being overly strenuous, and the aspect of being able to see one’s progress rewarded as you went along made it easy to stick with. When he and Dove arrived at the Embassy that day and were informed by Primrose that the beds of ambrosia the two of them had personally planted were ready for harvest, Morgaine was supreme...

Another day, another visit paid to the Heavenly Embassy. Despite how far out of his usual way it was, Morgaine had enjoyed incorporating these trips into his routine. The long walks gave him quiet time to think, and he always enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of the Embassy, compared to the more bustling streets of Burrowgatory. Well, usually...

“I have another delivery that I’d appreciate you making, if you have the time,” Primrose said once he and Morgaine had finished with another day’s watering of the ambrosia beds.  “Yeah?” Morgaine asked, taking a moment to straighten the emptied watering cans before glancing back up at him. If there was a slight note of skepticism in his voice regarding the request, he felt he could be forgiven for it - th...

This was it. The moment of truth, the time of tribulations, the final countdown. The ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, a war waged between bun and mochi by way of a really big wooden mallet. None could say how many casualties there might be, nor how many would survive. In short: Morgaine was about to show this dough who. Was. Boss...

“If I may ask,” Primrose began. He paused until Morgaine looked up from watering the ambrosia flowers and nodded for him to go on. “What exactly made you decide to start assisting with the greenhouses?” Morgaine shrugged, looking back down at the plot of flowers to make sure none of them were getting too much from the watering can. “Dove asked if I’d be interested,” they said simply. ...

Morgaine was well aware of three pairs of eyes fixed intently on him as he retrieved a fresh pitcher of iced tea and a jar of lemon-infused simple syrup, before pouring both into the waiting cocktail shaker on the bar. He shook the mixture with more of a flourish than usual, making sure that it was good and thoroughly blended, then swept up a chilled martini glass and poured the mixed tea into it in one fluid motion. He popped a lemon slice onto the rim of the g...

Morgaine was getting used to the Heavenly Embassy’s atmosphere. The ambrosia plants didn’t sprout up overnight, of course, but he had taken to visiting to check on the ones that he and Dove had planted every few days. It had the added benefit of letting him explore the Embassy and further familiarize himself with a place that he rarely had a reason to venture into otherwise.  His initial impression that it wasn�...

Morgaine sat bent over the Paradise Cafe’s coffee bar, probably making an amusing picture with the way his head was craned to the side, almost touching the countertop. The cafe’s doors were propped open, allowing a breeze to flow through the interior and spreading the aroma of fresh coffee and baking. No imps seemed to have yet made their way up to the Heavenly Embassy, so there was no risk of pests coming in and getting into the food. The afternoon rush had...

Cleaning up the bar at the end of the night (that was, in the wee hours of the morning) was a bit mind-numbing after a long shift. It was also kind of zen, though. The building was empty except for the person locking up, and that fell to Morgaine today. He whistled a vague tune as he followed the cleaning and closing checklist step by step. Dishes and glassware were gathered up and loaded into the large dishwasher in ...

Warm, fragrant air rolled over Morgaine and Dove in a gentle wave as they pushed open the doors of the greenhouse and stepped inside. It was just one greenhouse of many in the Heavenly Embassy, the little slice of paradise built to resemble a world that none of the cherubuns who lived there would ever see again, and which the succubuns they’d joined in Burrowgatory could scarcely imagine. To Morgaine right at this m...

When it came to enjoying the finer things in life, there really was no need to make things harder for yourself than necessary. Sure, some buns lusted after fame (literally or otherwise). Some just dreamed of being recognized by strangers everywhere they went, being stopped for photo ops or autographs on the street, and having every reporter and blogger in Burrowgatory hang on their every word. The buns who had that, a...