Dec. 6th Weekly Art Challenge

[Tehya]

Delicious Gifts:

There are all kinds of delicious things in the world, and many different gifts we can give.

Choose one or both words for this challenge which is open to any typical form of art or expression, including 2D, 3D, poetry and short stories. It might be fun to see what each of us come up with one or both words.

[Stormbringer]

[Ehlanna]

Very nice story, Tehya.

Here's my effort:

[Tehya]

Very nice Ehl love the outfit, the expression/pose and the gesture of the flower.

[mozenwrathe]

*Some people honestly believe that Ichilandar Shimmerstrike is all about money. That is completely untrue. He is also about favours earned and acquisitions made. In short, he's a capitalist. One could also call him an opportunist, but he likes having actual benefits attached to his actions. Why do you think he bothers to work when he really doesn't have to? This little piece was written actually by him when he was going through the markets in Valencia.*

Do I Dedicate Today To One
by Ichilandar Shimmerstrike, firstborn son of House Tintoreda

shall I bring home something different
for the one whom I dare love
to taste upon her tongue
though shall I cut one of these open
and lay it along her thighs and hips
a slice for every place from toe to tailbone
so I may savour its sweetness
every time my tongue grazes her skin
for though the fruit itself
is something delicate and sweet
will it taste so much better
against her dark and generous skin

something that I have rarely seen
these fruits of toughened skins
which hide something to be treasured
by any who understand natural luxury
with an inner flesh pale and green
does it remind me of young jade
and in the sun does it flash brightly
like gemstone of weak emerald
but once my teeth sink down
the skin itself do I ignore completely
as juice dribbles down my chin
trailing along my throat slowly
and even with winter's bite around
does it feel like tongue lapping
so lost in my reverie am I
do I gain an audience just cooing

licking my lips of the juice
do I smile at the nearest one
a handsome male of the vulpani
growling at him hungrily
watching him hold himself and blush
while his fellows cough and turn away
is more than enough amusement
to turn my shadows bright
and with coin in my fingers
do I buy out more than a dozen
for have I now some interesting ideas
of what dessert shall be this night