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It was early, just before sunrise as a cold breeze made the old carnival sing in a creaky voice, a faint figure sitting on the highest point of the Faris Wheel, looking for danger. As the dark figure looks down, almost as if seeing how far the fall is, she clicks angrily, feeling the energy of another near-by, she jumps, using the wind and her abilities to slow her fall as her feet softly land on the dusted pathway of the grounds. The creature started trotting to her thrown that sat soon the tilt-a-whirl, frozen in time, she clicks again, noticing a Ivory figure standing at the locked gates of her kingdom. "– –• • - --- ••- - -•-•-- -•-- --- ••- •-•• • ••-• - -- • -•-•-- •-•• • •- •••- • -•-•--" she buzzed and clicked, trying to make herself seem threatening. 'Get out! You left me!' seemed to be the words the angry figure spoke, in its own way. The larger figure seemed to have hummed softly saying something the angry figure couldn't make out. Tilting his head and phasing through the gate, causing the to jump back, clicking scared and confused. The figure hesitantly approaches as the smaller flinched, 'It's alright,' a calm smooth voice echoes in her head. She seems to pause, lowering her head and curiously glancing at the larger in front of her. She takes a step forward. A month passes from the original meeting and the larger spirit is once again back, like he promised, listening to what the smaller finger, he learned was called Pomona. He sees her figure on the Ferris wheel, and joins her.

As Pomona sits across from the figure, now known as a friend at the very least, she starts clicking in a pattern, speaking in her own way, trying to tell a story of how she wound up at the abandoned carnival kingdom. Illicium verum, an intriguing string of plants, hard seed pods that created formed a star all smushed together, a few light green buds light Christmas lights hung and dangled near blooming white flowers. A repeated clicking with small breaks and other small noises echoed in anyone's thoughts who was near-by. She was telling a story, or attempting to. "•• •-- •- ••• •-•• • ••-• - •••• • •-• • •-•-•- -• --- --- -• • -•-• •- -- • •-•-•- - •••• --- ••• • •-- •••• --- -•• --- --••-- •- •-• • -• •----• - •-- • •-•• -•-• --- -- • -•• •-•-•-" she begins, sighing softly.

'I was left here. No one came.' was the start to her sad story. 'Those who do, aren't welcomed' was what she ended with, before suddenly the larger placed an arm around her, eyes closed and softly whispers, "'It's alright' the soft voice echoes as a pair of black eyes widen, squirming out clicking confused. 'What was that?' she seemed to say. The response she received was, "It's called a hug." He responds softly.

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A collab between me and BitterLittleCarnival ! Featuring my Fade and her Pomona. Art by me, Writing by @BitterLittleCarnival! <3

Monthly Prompt :: Hugs!

AP for ( Writing)

Base Score: 10 AP (Writing: 504 words)
+10 AP (Monthly Prompt)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
Total AP per submission: 55

GP for esks:

Base Score: 5 GP (Writing: 504 words)
+1 GP (Monthly Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 6

AP for me (Artwork)

Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+10 AP (Monthly Prompt)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
Total AP per submission: 60

GP for Esks:
Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+1 GP (Monthly Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 7

Description

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It was early, just before sunrise as a cold breeze made the old carnival sing in a creaky voice, a faint figure sitting on the highest point of the Faris Wheel, looking for danger. As the dark figure looks down, almost as if seeing how far the fall is, she clicks angrily, feeling the energy of another near-by, she jumps, using the wind and her abilities to slow her fall as her feet softly land on the dusted pathway of the grounds. The creature started trotting to her thrown that sat soon the tilt-a-whirl, frozen in time, she clicks again, noticing a Ivory figure standing at the locked gates of her kingdom. "– –• • - --- ••- - -•-•-- -•-- --- ••- •-•• • ••-• - -- • -•-•-- •-•• • •- •••- • -•-•--" she buzzed and clicked, trying to make herself seem threatening. 'Get out! You left me!' seemed to be the words the angry figure spoke, in its own way. The larger figure seemed to have hummed softly saying something the angry figure couldn't make out. Tilting his head and phasing through the gate, causing the to jump back, clicking scared and confused. The figure hesitantly approaches as the smaller flinched, 'It's alright,' a calm smooth voice echoes in her head. She seems to pause, lowering her head and curiously glancing at the larger in front of her. She takes a step forward. A month passes from the original meeting and the larger spirit is once again back, like he promised, listening to what the smaller finger, he learned was called Pomona. He sees her figure on the Ferris wheel, and joins her.

As Pomona sits across from the figure, now known as a friend at the very least, she starts clicking in a pattern, speaking in her own way, trying to tell a story of how she wound up at the abandoned carnival kingdom. Illicium verum, an intriguing string of plants, hard seed pods that created formed a star all smushed together, a few light green buds light Christmas lights hung and dangled near blooming white flowers. A repeated clicking with small breaks and other small noises echoed in anyone's thoughts who was near-by. She was telling a story, or attempting to. "•• •-- •- ••• •-•• • ••-• - •••• • •-• • •-•-•- -• --- --- -• • -•-• •- -- • •-•-•- - •••• --- ••• • •-- •••• --- -•• --- --••-- •- •-• • -• •----• - •-- • •-•• -•-• --- -- • -•• •-•-•-" she begins, sighing softly.

'I was left here. No one came.' was the start to her sad story. 'Those who do, aren't welcomed' was what she ended with, before suddenly the larger placed an arm around her, eyes closed and softly whispers, "'It's alright' the soft voice echoes as a pair of black eyes widen, squirming out clicking confused. 'What was that?' she seemed to say. The response she received was, "It's called a hug." He responds softly.

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A collab between me and BitterLittleCarnival ! Featuring my Fade and her Pomona. Art by me, Writing by @BitterLittleCarnival! <3

Monthly Prompt :: Hugs!

AP for ( Writing)

Base Score: 10 AP (Writing: 504 words)
+10 AP (Monthly Prompt)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
Total AP per submission: 55

GP for esks:

Base Score: 5 GP (Writing: 504 words)
+1 GP (Monthly Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 6

AP for me (Artwork)

Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+10 AP (Monthly Prompt)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
+10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1)
+20 AP (Esk Interaction Bonus: 10 AP * 2)
Total AP per submission: 60

GP for Esks:
Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+1 GP (Monthly Prompt)
Total GP per submission: 7