Submission (#94) Approved

(Prompt submission for two characters at once)

Hyacinth huffed, pushing a heavier rack of flowers into the direct sunlight from the window. Then she turned, picking one of the pots up without hesitation and setting it down back in the shade.

Mera watched from the doorway in fascination. It was enviable how well she knew the plants she worked with, even if it resulted in so much work. The butterflies that were disturbed by her actions flew in chaotic patterns before settling back among the budding flowers and scattered feeders.

With a huff Hyacinth brushed her hands off on her apron. She had been working for a few hours now, interrupted briefly when Mera came to deliver Areia’s gift. “I wish I could have like… mobile or immortal flowers for the butterflies.” She joked.

Mera hummed, taking the comment seriously. “Oh, like Antheia’s terrariums?”

“Antheia’s are nice.” Hyacinth’s smile was soft, kind, and just a touch too sweet.

“Something like that would be helpful for the butterflies if they were open.” Mera added to fill the silence, eyes tracking a particularly bright pink insect as it fluttered towards Hyacinth.

It was always impressive how the butterflies seemed to know she was a safe place, even throwing themselves into the fire of her orbs with complete confidence. Not that insects were the smartest of creatures in the mortal realm, but their attraction towards Hyacinth was still uncanny.

Sometimes Mera wondered what it was like to have a natural affinity towards something like that thanks to your material. He briefly thought of Tosa and her fireflies. Amber didn’t provide much in that sense- maybe mosquitoes would like him? No, he didn’t even want to entertain that thought.

“Especially if you could control the plants that grow- some of these guys are pretty picky.” As Hyacinth held her finger out the pink butterfly touched down on it.

“That does sound helpful to have on hand.” Mera agreed.

As wonderful and charming as the natural affinities sounded, he wasn’t convinced any suited him. He was a writer and a baker, not a gardener or zookeeper. It was obvious in how quickly he managed to kill any plants he tried to care for or scared away animals.

“I think I’d like to have extra ink.” He mused. “I always run out when I’m working or Areia steals it.”

Hyacinth suddenly grinned, “It could even be amber colored!”

Mera resisted the urge to begin a tangent on why that wasn’t a practical ink color especially if he was going to be using it as a primary one. Instead he looked at one of his own solid amber orbs as it soaked in the bright afternoon sunlight pouring through Hyacinth’s many windows. “Yeah, it is a lovely color, isn’t it?”

Reward	Amount
Cinder	700