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The day after harvesting the ambrosia couldn’t come fast enough, and much unlike Aurora’s first couple times visiting the Heavenly Embassy to help out with the seeds she’d planted, it wasn’t with a sense of dread or desire to simply get the task over with that she came here. In fact, it had been of her own accord that she’d asked to help out with the process of making the ambrosia itself!   Just a short while ago, she might have gladly shirked the duty, especially sin...

Primrose said it one afternoon when Aurora was leaving after her latest watering, as casual as if he’d been discussing the weather. Maybe after many cycles of ambrosia harvest, it was just that simple for him. “Come early tomorrow,” he said. “The blooms should be ready to harvest in the morning, and I’ve found we can extract the most nectar in the morning.”   “Really?” Aurora was positively beaming at the news, earning a raised brow from Primrose.   ...

It had become something of a habit over the weeks for Aurora to visit the Embassy’s gardens a few times a week, waking earlier and earlier even without the assistance of an alarm to check on the status of the ambrosia she’d planted with Primrose. During her first few visits, he’d accompanied her to ensure that she wasn’t overwatering the delicate sprouts, but lately something had prompted him to ease up and simply offer merely a familiar greeting or small conversation on her way in or...

After playing delivery girl for Primrose and his admittedly lovely cherubun friend (and, to be fair, having been rewarded with a satisfying cup of tea in the end), Aurora had not been immediately sure when to return back to the Embassy for the next phase of rearing ambrosia seedlings. His instruction to her had been to come back in a week for watering, sure, but she found herself doing something drastically uncharacteristic: overthinking.   ...