Monthly Prompt

Oboe idly scratched at an itching spot on their neck, lost deep in thought.   Today was a day that should be celebrated, a festival of love that honored the deity Livinia and all that she stood for. Many mhoats – and now some vabbits, too – rushed around busily, either collecting last-minute gifts for their special ones or otherwise trying to find the perfect spot to steal away for some privacy. Of course,...