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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2026 2:35 pm
Quote: Inspired by Victorian floriography, the secret language of flowers, every bloom carries a meaning and a glimpse into destiny. Visitors may either draw a random bouquet from the Flower Oracles or create their own arrangement to reveal a unique fortune for themselves or someone else. A single flower offers a clear, focused message, while a bouquet weaves together multiple traits, blessings, warnings, and possibilities into a richer story. Flower colors add another layer of meaning, turning each arrangement into a personalized prophecy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2026 2:43 pm
Sunshine smiled her pale smile, so faint that she could almost fade into the background. Around her, the hustle and bustle of the Carousel was in full swing, and normally she would be at the front gate to greet new-comers. All around her, her herd-mates ushered in guests to watch whatever new form of entertainment they had concocted. Soquili spinning around in intricate patterns, the warm scent of cooked goods wafting down through the air making even the most satiated souls' mouths water, the cries of the newest stories being told. A great satisfaction came over her - this was where she belonged. But today, today her task was different. Today she would display her own art form. Behind her, a basket of flowers spread their floral aroma through the air. Freshly picked, brightly coloured. She had spent a long time with local growers, wanting only the finest of blooms. After all, fortune telling was a delicate art, and she could not work with anything short of perfection.
Her smile grew, enticing people over. Her empty, pupil-less eyes looked into the beyond to draw out the future.
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It had been a strange day for Worm-Poot. First, he had managed to get well and truly lost. This wasn't necessarily out of the ordinary for him, of course, but he did find where he had ended up particularly peculiar. Suddenly, he had found himself free of his usual swamp, and instead was thrust into the bustling body of a huge congregation - one he was quite certain had never existed here before. And yet, here they were. Hundreds of souls, mingling, laughing, crying, sounds of joy and mirth and sadness and adventure all intertwining. It was enough to overwhelm a lesser being, but Worm-Poot was no lesser being.
And second, he had ended up face-to-face with... what appeared to be a ghost. Translucent flesh and fur and eyes met his lizard gaze as he blinked at her slowly. His tongue darted through his teeth briefly, a gesture of uncertainty, unknowing what had drawn him here. And yet the humdrum all around seemed to die down as he locked gaze with her, and he knew that this was something important.
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Their eyes were locked, and she knew she had one. A strange being he was, but then again her Carousel was full of oddities. It seemed only right that one such as he would be drawn here. Her smile widened, a faint glow radiating out from her. "A fortune for you, my dear Sir?" And she could feel the threads of fate rise up around her, ready to tell her which path this one would lead.
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Worm-Poot blinked in acknowledgment. After all, who was he to question the ghost-lady-fortune-teller? She must have been able to speak with the spirits. "Worm-Poot." He offered. And listened intently, gaze unwavering.
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Sunshine nodded a deep nod, and for a moment held his gaze. Here she listened, waiting to see what threads would guide her path, taking in her measure of his soul. And then suddenly, she turned to dart behind her, eyes closed as she gently grasped the first flower and brought it about to face Worm-Poot...
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Phail Ninja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2026 3:02 pm
Quote: Lily - Purity, devotion, virtue In her mouth she held the fragrant lily - its scent rich and intoxicating. "The spirits have spoken. Your first draw - the Lily. Believed by many to be the flower of death, for it is often seen at funerals, and yet so misunderstood. For this is not an ending flower, but the end of one life and the beginning of something new. A new purpose, guidance for your life, something to devote yourself to. This will find you, if it has not already."------- The lady was wise, and he sagely nodded his humble acceptance. Yes, his life had just begun a new. Captive for so long, and now finally free. And somehow, finally here. Surely the spirits had wanted this for him. A new start, and... though he had not yet found it - a purpose. The thought was exhilarating. "Worm-Poot." He acknowledged, and blinked slowly to wait for more. ------ For a moment, she wondered if he could understand her at all. For the same words slipped through his deformed maw, time and time again. Yet as she gazed deep within his eyes, she saw a gentle intelligence burning. Maybe he did not need words, maybe he had found a peace without them. The rates tempted her again, and she reached behind for yet another...
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Phail Ninja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2026 3:09 pm
Quote: Jasmine - Grace, charm, sensuality Another white flower, also fragrant, yet subtle and sweet instead of overpowering and alluring. "The spirits echo again the theme of rebirth. Your fate is a strong one. It speaks of a purity of soul, of charm and grace and kindness. Whatever new begining you have found, it will bring you much peace. But this flower also whispers of another meaning, a slightly more... sensual one. A passion. Maybe even a love. It is purer than simple lust. Keep your heart open, Sir, do not miss this oppourtunity, it may present itself subtly."-------------- Love? Sensuality? Worm-Poot felt his heart swell. Would he truly find someone? Could she be his future love? So long he had spent captive, with only Werm-Toot for company, his closest friend. His only friend. Would he find a home, his person, someone to... raise little Pootlings with? The thought was enticing and intoxicating. He took it in stride. "Worm-Poot." He accepted his fate, once more. ------ Sunshine reached for the final flower...
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Phail Ninja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2026 3:28 pm
Quote: Violet - Modesty and humility At last, a splash of colour to liven his bouquet. And how perfectly it fit. The fates spoke to her, through her. Or at least, so she believed. "The final touch - the humble violet. Your future will not be one of riches, at least not material ones. Your new begining will be humble, and modest, yet pure. Do not grasp too far ahead, but stay centred and know what truly matters. Surround yourself with those who matter, be kind, and your life will be a great one."----- Worm-Poot nodded in satisfaction. It was all he could have ever hoped for, and for a moment a future shone before him in his eyes. A whole herd of Poot-lings, not just his children, but all who needed his guidance. That would be a truly wonderful life, to shake off the shackles of his imprisonment and surround himself with joy and laughter and kindness. Yes, that would make him very happy. He opened his mouth to speak again- --- "Worm-Poot." She finished for him, with a mysterious smile. And so, the fortune was concluded.
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