MYO-8253: Lio

Lio wrapped his hair around his ears, keeping it in place in preparation for what he would be working on. It’d been a week since Dan had taught him how to make proper dango, and now he wanted to try his hand at mochi. Now, he stood before the man again with a wide grin on his face. Dan had already cooked the rice and dumped a portion of it into the usu that Lio stood by. “Take this,” Dan said gruffly, passing off a kine to Lio. Mallet in hand, Lio held the handle tightly, ...

The snow was cold beneath Lio’s hooves, but he couldn’t stop to warm them up. No. This was war, and there was no stopping in war. He’d been hit several times already, the ice melting through his sweater. “Lio!” Hart’s playful voice sang through the chilly air. “You’re not hiding very well.” ...

Rice flour, powdered sugar, and water. The three main ingredients to make one of Lio’s favourite treats—dango. It didn’t have to be flavoured or coloured with food colouring. He craved it so often that he finally thought to learn to make it, and who better to teach him than the man himself, Dan? He looked on as Lio weighed and mixed the dough. Once mixed, he separated it into three bowls. A little match in one and a few drops of pink colour in another, leaving one plain. Once tha...

Lio was, to put it plainly, drunk. It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but between the mochi and the booze, his stomach churned, and his head spun. So far, the Mochi Moon season was turning out to be livelier, and he was having a wonderful time. At least he was until he drank too much. Now, he lay on the floor in his suite, staring up at the ceiling, willing the world to stop spinning. His wish was granted after a while, his eyes slipping closed when...

Lio was chipper as he pranced around the kitchen. He’d been up for hours making mochi, and now that it was finished, he was ready to share it with everyone. He had small stacks of different flavoured mochis on several plates ready to set out to be tried. He flicked his ears when he heard someone’s hoofsteps. He listened a bit closer and smiled. “Hart!” He called. “Hart, come here for a moment.” The bun peeked curiously into the kitchen. “Lio?” He smiled. “What�...

“How many of these did you get?” Khepri asked. “Enough,” Lio said. The two were outside in the courtyard, along with Juno, who watched from a nearby lawn chair. “Too bad Master Judah won’t be joinin’ us tonight,” Juno smirked. “Hart’s got him all wrapped ‘round his fingers.” “Literally,” Lio added. Khepri and Juno laughed in unison. “Let’s go, Lio,” Juno said, waving his hand. “Git to it. Light the sticks.” ...