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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2026 6:19 am
SRP for meeeee between Jasmine Lily and her children, Persephone and Lilium. “RP Prompt” For those soquili with a green hoof, it is almost time to harvest before the summer sun wilts crops. Does your soquili partake in any farming or gardening? If so, what do they plant? How do they care for their garden? Do they work solo, with familiars or are they part of a herd or family who work together? Are they farming for food, are they gardening flowers, do they grow herbs for medicine or are they trying to conserve or restore a damaged plot of land? If they don't farm or garden, why not? Do they not have the skill? Have they killed every plant they've tried to keep alive? Do they want to learn but don't know where to start? Maybe they can reach out to a farming or gardening soquili to get some tips! If they don't farm or garden, how do they eat? Do they live off the land and forage for food or are they hunters? Write an RP responding to the above prompt telling us about how/why your soquili farms/gardens if they do. Or why not if they don't and what they do instead.  JasminePersephoneLilium[color=gold]Lilium[/color]
[color=cornflowerblue]Jasmine[/color]
[color=deepskyblue]Persephone[/color]
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2026 7:26 am
The sun had begun its assent into the sky, reaching its rays up, seeping soft hues of orange and pink to meet the dark blues and purples of the night sky, sending the stars to sleep and orchestrating the early morning songs of eager birds. Lilium knew his window for helping his mother and sister was growing short, his eyes would rebel at the bright light of the sun and he would be forced to retreat to the shaded tree line, where a large fallen tree had settled some time ago and his parents had worked at it until it resembled a table. The flat surface worn smooth from years of use, baskets and clay bowls were arranged artfully for display. Lilium’s eye-sight might make it hard for him to help in the flower fields, but he would be helping, still. Strumming his mandolin quietly while individuals would peruse the many flowers his mother and sister had to offer. A nearby thump had him pulling his thoughts back and refocusing on his current task. With delicate swiftness he reached into the branches of the massive rhododendron, plucking the full, lilac colored blooms from their perches and dropping them into his rapidly filling basket.
203 Word Count
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2026 9:01 am
Persephone hauled in a deep breath of the cool, early morning air, heavy with the many scents of the flowers she and her mother had nurtured, grew, and crossed. Though the garden was not just home to flowers, but also some hardy vegetables and eagerly sought after fruits and berries (that had the added bonus of also providing them with flowers). She paused in her journey to their work table, her brothers stillness drawing her attention. She dropped her basket to the trail of packed earth with a satisfying fwump. Perce brought her attention back to her brother’s quiet form, a soft smirk playing at the edges of her mouth. “Wool gathering, there, Lils? You’re supposed to be bloom gathering.” Mirth danced in her eyes and her smirk turned into a grin when she was rewarded with an annoyed huff and eye roll. There were certain things you were entitled to as a sibling, and teasing your brother with the nickname he desperately wished didn’t exist, was one of them.
A soft rumbling chuckle was his reply to Persephone’s gentle teasing. “Wouldn’t know the first thing about “wool gathering”” He swung his hips her way, bumping her gently. “I bet I make it to the table with my haul before you, though.” A mischievous glint lit up in his eyes as he matched his sisters grin.
The challenge lit her up with a playful sort of eagerness that only came with good-natured sibling rivalry. “Keep up!” She tossed her mane back before hauling the basket back up. Head held high up to keep her cargo from her legs, she started up a quick prance, weaving through the garden with practiced ease.
281 Word count
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