Lunamor

Jenny clapped excitedly. “That’s amazing!” She pulled out her ruby and dropped it on the table. It was heavy enough that it made a resounding thump when it hit, making her dagger clatter and sending even more ash flying. The weight seemed oddly excessive relative to its size. ”This is what my dad gave me. It glows if stuff nearby dies. I use it a lot.”

She cocked her head, curious. She then giggled softly to herself when that reminded her of that dead bird. She could even hear her neck bones pop when she moved them. “Does it change into weapons? Can it shoot projectiles? Do you get to pick what it is?” Before he could respond, she dropped her dagger on the table, sending some of the ash flying. ”Can you make it like my dagger?”

Jenny beamed. The guy wasn’t shooing her away! ”If you eat it, you die. Not instantly, though. There’s quite a bit of vomiting before that happens. The poison gets into your blood before it can be expelled, however, so that just ends up inevitably prolonging your extremely painful suffering!” She said this with a cheerful smile. Jenny then tapped the guy’s glove. ”What’s your transforming thingy?”

“Super special!” She grinned back, then dumped the rest on the table, some spilling off the sides. She didn’t break eye contact, so that went unnoticed. ”It came from some nice flowers. They smell so good because they’re reallllllly poisonous. Burns your nostrils a little.” She pulled out the single flower she had saved and showed it off. “This is a not-burnt one! They look pretty.”

Jenny saw someone looking at her. She automatically assumed that meant he was friendly, as she always did. Quickly, she scraped some of the flowers’ ashes out of the fire and dumped them in her pocket. Jenny waved at the guy again, having forgotten that she had done so already. She skipped over to him and plopped down on the seat across from him. She grabbed a handful of the recovered ash and held it out to him. ”Want some death flower ash? It smells like death. And flowers.” She paused, sniffing. ”Mostly death.”

Jenny skipped through camp, continuing to hum. She approached the campfire and plopped down right in front of it, ignoring the empty seats at tables. People usually shooed her away, anyways. The warmth was nice; it had been getting a bit chilly recently. There were two other campers sitting nearby she thought she recognized. Oblivious to the apparent tension between them, she raised both of her arms and waved at both simultaneously. She then stuck her dagger into the fire, watching the metal slowly heat. Jenny wasn’t able to get it glowing red hot, but it was good enough. Removing the purple flower from her bun, she set it on the ground. She carefully held the dagger against the flower. It caused a quiet hissing sound, and a faint scent wafted upwards. She inhaled deeply. Satisfied, she tossed the rest of her flowers in the fire. Immediately, a sickeningly sweet smell drifted in all directions. Jenny grinned and clapped her hands excitedly. She’d finally found them, those smelly flowers that the satyrs she eavesdropped on had been talking about! She would have to return to that patch tomorrow and gather some more. When the smell reached the tables closest to the fire, the campers there wrinkled their noses in disgust and glared at Jenny. Some left, taking their meals with them. They didn’t share her preferences in perfumes. She didn’t notice this, of course. Overjoyed, she hoped that her father would appreciate her offering. The flowers smelled of death, after all. @RoyalBeeMage @Weaver of Lights

Jenny wandered through the forest, humming to herself. She listened to the leaves crunching under her feet and felt the dappled sunlight on her skin through the trees. The girl closed her eyes for a few moments, which wasn’t the best of ideas. Many dangerous creatures lived in the woods. Jenny didn’t mind that, though. She soon encountered a patch of wildflowers and knelt down next to them. She carefully reached out her hand, then delicately picked several in quick succession. Each time she did, the ruby bulging out of her pocket flashed briefly. Happy with her new acquisitions, she stuffed the flowers into a pocket, but not before haphazardly sticking a purple one in her bun. They smelled nice. Jenny noticed that the dappled sunlight was beginning to lessen, so she turned back and began to head to camp. Shortly before she arrived, her ruby started to dimly but steadily glow. Jenny’s eyes widened with excitement. She took the gem out and gleefully spun in a circle, using its relative brightness to find the direction she needed to go. Jenny followed the gem, whispering “Warmer, warmer…” to herself. Eventually, she found a tiny, dead bird. The ruby now glowed brightly. “Hot!” she exclaimed. Bending over, she grabbed a stick and poked the little corpse. It didn’t move, as she had expected. She always checked, though, just in case. One of the poor thing’s wings had snapped, and its neck was bent in the wrong direction. The bird had probably crash landed. She set her ruby on the ground next to her and hovered a hand over the bird. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it had once been. Adorable, happy, chirping. Maybe it had a little birdy crush it wanted to take out to dinner and eat worms with. She smiled at the thought. The creature began to twitch, shuddering. The wing straightened out with a sickening crack, although the neck wasn’t fixed. That was unnecessary. With a jerking motion, it stood up. The bird stared at Jenny with pure black, glassy eyes. She thought its crooked neck made it look like it was constantly cocking its head, which was pretty cute. She waved at it, and it promptly flew away. “Goodbyeeee!” she called in a singsongy voice. Satisfied that her work was done, she retrieved her ruby and finally returned to camp. By then, the sun was nearly gone.

I appreciate the info

Check if an X marks the spot. WWYDIYF a big red button in your pocket?

Probably just think it was a regular shiny chunk of metal and put it on a shelf. WWYDIYF a photo of the back of your head in your pocket?

Lament my lack of ink. WWYDIYF a nugget of gold in your pocket?

That’s way funnier that it has any right to be

An interaction I just had: Your grandparents are making superbowl dip! [basically just Velveeta, it’s really good] Me: Oh great, what’s the occasion! …the superbowl?

Shardblades are made of chucknorrisium.

Granted. Your shoes inevitably end up eating your socks. I wish for eyeglasses that don’t get smudges.

This is one I hadn’t heard before: I had a neck brace fitted a few years ago.

As soon as Lum turned their back, Eza pocketed a particularly polished fork from their table. They’d gone off to go talk to someone else, probably try to do their version of “stealing.” She idly chugged the rest of her juice. Lum eventually stopped and began talking to a pair of people. Eza squinted, trying to get a good look at them. One wore a weird thingy over one of her eyes; she had no idea what it was supposed to be. Her jacket was an unfamiliar style, but it looked nice. The other person was a man that Eza unfortunately recognized. That guy from the hotel earlier. She was pretty sure his name was Itsuki. Why was Lum rusting talking to him? Hadn’t he tried to blame Lum for the attack to the policeman? Lum probably had a good reason for it, considering how he managed to keep them from getting arrested so far. Eza still thought that it wasn’t the greatest of ideas. At least Itsuki had been kind to her. She squirmed in place, unsure what to do. Talking to people other than Lum was a bad idea, even more so with their faces on posters plastered to walls outside. The less people knew about her the better. Itsuki probably wasn’t dumb, however. He could guess that Eza was still traveling with Lum, and thus was somewhere nearby. But what if Lum was trying to sell her out? No, no, they weren’t. They weren’t. They were a nice person. But what if she was becoming a bother, the hassle of dragging her along outweighing her thieving abilities? She had to make sure they wouldn’t do anything like that. She didn’t trust the other lucky guy sitting at her table, either. So, she excused herself then cautiously crept her way over to the group. She changed her expression to a wide-eyed one that she hoped said “I’m definitely innocent, please don’t arrest me.” Eza silently gave a little wave to Itsuki and subtly eyed the stranger next to him, looking for any negative reactions. @Ravenclawjedi42 @Koloss17

Granted. You get the Cheese Touch. I wish for a rubber ducky.

Here is a very painful pun: Did you hear about the guy who invented knock knock jokes?

to steal Emulympus’s hidden emu-fire.

emu-fire. Hephaemustus decided to help

god Hephaemustus had beef with

because Promethemus hadn’t stolen it