Wisdom Tasks

Everyday, when Tala’s alarm clock was set off, Desejo woke up to go about their day. Tala would rise early, to be able to do everything she wanted and needed to. A big house needed a lot of things to be prepared. Dese would wake up early as well to help her, as best as he could.   As per usual, Kiwi groaned, and tried to convince Dese to not leave their shared bed.   ...

He was away. He was free. He would never again be under the power of a human. That he was sure. That was a promise he made himself. Never again to be subjected to the whims of an evil person. Especially for his powers over kiwis, sought after for its monetary value, in a world with so many problems to grow food.   He spent days in the wild, stealing books when he could. But always avoiding humans like the plag...

Panda took a deep breath, before leaving the house. Tala asked for some groceries for a special dinner for Briar. Of course, Panda offered to go. She had finished all her chores, and had nothing else to do. So why shouldn’t she go?   Still, she had to take a deep breath before leaving the house. She was always anxious that someone would be rude to her or that everyone would look at her and somehow know how s...

There’s something Panda always wanted to do: be useful. Not that it was demanded of her. No, not at all. However, she could just feel the disappointment Briar emanated, everytime Panda developed a new magic tier. All of them were so far from useful for Briar’s work. She was aware Briar didn’t mean to let her know about how disappointed they were. Yet Briar was so easy to read.   Panda sighed, looking at ...

“Dawley,” Occam said. Her brow was furrowed in a way that never meant anything good. “I’m confused as to why I got an e-mail from the building’s safety manager this morning about your coffee maker.” Because they decided to CC you for some bs reason instead of just messaging me...

Dawley yawned and rubbed their eyes. The apartment search was not going well, and they had barely gotten any sleep, up all night scrolling through listings. They glanced at the digital clock embedded in the wall. About two hours left, and then they could clock off and go curl up in a ball somewhere.  As students began streaming in, Dawley surveyed the room one last time. They were in a small teaching lab, a sterile r...

A curt knock sounded on the door. Dawley shot up out of a dead sleep, nearly banging their head on a low shelf. “Come in,” they wheezed, and then shielded their eyes and hissed as the door was thrown open, abruptly flooding the walk-in closet with harsh midday light. Another Paralogos stood in the doorway, towering above the little lab rat. They smoothed back an unruly crest of fungal spores, causing a few to puff...