The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Flower Wreaths
My tail quivered in excitement as I remembered the trove of flowers in my spatial ring. Tana looked at me quizzically as I, spurred on by Korra, held my ring over the table. "I tried to get the flowers you'd like, but I've never done something like this before," I mumbled, anxiety invading my excitement. "I-I hope they're alright."
"If they're from you, I'm sure I'll love them!" Tana said, beaming at me. "Out of curiosity, how many did you–"
My ring shivered, spewing unbound sheaves of flowers into the air. For a second, the air blossomed with a sea of color, flowers falling in heaps upon the table. The sudden appearance of so many flours unleashed a wave of pent-up pollen. The faint haze billowed into the air, mixing with the woodsmoke in swirling patterns in a thick, musky aroma.
Korra let out a bright, joyful laugh, clapping her hands together. "Looks like you brought half the meadow! They're beautiful!"