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The fires of creation had been awoken, and in it's flames did one Desu-chan forge many a ring. Nine rings of roses, seven rings of posies, and three rings of deadly foxglove. They looked like bright, living flowers, rings, crowns of floral festive, they promised either suffering or a great power....

Other flowers bloomed and gathered on their own, growing into crowns that rest on the floor of the park. The little trick or treaters in training had done their job. The circle had been completed, the ritual begun, now it was time to let the fruits of their labors bloom and be harvested.

The park was in general considered a free space, an open place, safe and secure. But Desu-chan, with her crown of pumpkin flowers, sat atop the small hill, surrounded by the flower crowns, and those she herself had made. To each person who was passing she offered a crown, showing them how they might take part in a traditional dance in her 'fairy ring'. A game, dance better than her and win a prize! She had some sour sweets and taffy and toffee too! Come come join the fun~

Down at the fairy mound.

Aeron had only been passing by, on his way to deliver a trinket to a friend from another friend. Or from a priestess to her friend. Or something like that.

he was drawn to the flowers with a fond remembrance that Lan had liked them, and since he had not seen the filly since prom well...

Perhaps he could ask for her company again by offering her one of the flower crowns.

"Excuse me Halloweener." He pointed to the crowns, "How much are those, I wish to get them for a.....friend."

False turned to face her and even took a step back respectfully he knew what he smelled like, he had seen the bag seen it flung about and showered in its soiled goods. "Hey Amphi hey." He stumbled back a bit hands in the air.

"Yeah I do. It was uh, a gardening accident." He looked around the plants and flowers removing his outer robes and setting them ablaze to try and alleviate some of the stench. "I need a shower is what I need."

Sharpie meanwhile came over chewing on some honeysuckles purring at Amphi, he smelled like fresh squeezed lemonade, and a dash of ink.

"No, no, no, not stripping at all." His robes where gone, under it just a tight black top. The white robes vanished in a puff of flames and some of the stench as well. "See! I still have a top! And pants!" He sighed rubbing his temple.

Sharpie meanwhile placed tiny little paw prints on Amphi's arms as he nuzzled at her cheek finishing his last honey suckle, "Hi Amphi! Hi!" He was purring like a small motor boat.

At the horseman's request the Treat or Treater eyed him up and down. For a friend. Surrrreeeeee. Sure buddy. Just put it on your head.
She liked miniature ponies.

Desu chan just held up nine fingers. Pay to look pretty pony boy.

To Amphi- Desu gave the mermaid two thumbs up. Hook em and reel him in gillfrond.

Aeron doesn't understand Desu. What does 9 fingers mean.

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"Nine silver seeds?" he commented, reaching into his ponch pocket, pulling out a small satchel of seeds.

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Amphi on the other hand turned back over to look at False, noticing clothes still on and a less reekable stench, since she had Sharpie, she wandered a bit closer to the boil.

"Or go for a swim!" She nodded sagely, scratching Sharpies ears and cooing at him. "Ah Sharpie, I just saw Biskoto not too long ago! Have you played with her in awhile?"

She also didn't understand Desu's look.

OAO???

His neighbour with the nice fragrance knocked on his door, without his response, he found himself dragged all along to the famous Halloweentown City Park. He tried, he struggled, but to the ghoul, his effort was just like a little wriggling signaling his shyness, most likely.

So the pony with his ears drooped gave up and checked what their destination was. A light but lingering scent. Flowers everywhere.

He suddenly got an strange omen that something bad was gonna happen.

Nope, Trisha, he didn't need flowers. Flowers were not for a mighty pony like him.

When the boil admitted that he had robbed a store, with some others, for seeds and manure, one of Sulmanon's eyebrows raced up towards her hairline. Why in Halloween would anyone do that? It made no sense to her at all, even if they were doing it for payment. Still, if she had had the money to pay them, why didn't she just buy the seeds? While Sulmanon was trying to figure out why anyone would do such a thing, her face and hands were obviously reflecting her thoughts, but no actual words came out. He had her completely flabbergasted.