Shadowsand mustard, a slice of gold goblin, and several layers of seaweed. Add hungry mermaid — to the kitchen, not the sandwich — and brunch would be ready.
While stories are generally related, there is not a specific reading order. New stories are added regularly.
Petal stared at May, who stared back. The words, spoken for the first time, demanded action. “I think I love you.”
“Yes,” Red Leaf whispered, drawing away just far enough to speak, “of course, and always.” Strawberry traced the fine ridges of the dryad’s horns as they kissed again.