Submission (#6581) Approved

In the heart of the region known as Faerindell, a place that was perpetually draped in many different blooming colours and fragrances, Olympia's house stood tall and proud as a haven amidst the constant explosion of petals and flowers. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of blossoms, swirling around in a perpetual spring.

Faerindell was Olympia's favourite place to be. Although she was originally from Palu'au, Faerindell had a certain allure, a charm that pulled her. It was here that she decided to make her home, where she could indulge in her love for growing flowers and herbs.

This year she had invited her friend Shimmer over for the end of the year feast, and Olympia was determined to make it as amazing as Shimmer was.

With the feast for the end of the season in mind, Olympia, gracefully moved through her garden. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she gathered an array of fresh herbs. At her side was her trusty pomu familiar, a mysterious black poof ball that seemed to materialize from her shadow.

"Isn't this just perfect, little one?" Olympia smiled, her voice a soft melody as she plucked sprigs of mint and thyme. The pomu chirped and trilled in response, its tiny form pulsating with energy, its eyes glinting like stars.

Together, they moved among the botanical wonders of Faerindell, where flowers grew in every hue imaginable; roses of scarlet red, tulips of azure blue, and daisies as white as the morning clouds. The garden itself seemed alive, the flowers and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.

"Shimmer will love this, won't she?" Olympia's laughter echoed through the garden. The pomu bobbed excitedly, its chirps sounding like affirmative words.

As Olympia gathered the final bouquet of herbs, she glanced at the sky where the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the landscape. With her basket brimming with herbs and flowers, Olympia and her pomu made their way back to the house, the aroma of the many different herbs and flowers trailing in their wake.

In the heart of her quaint cottage, Olympia set about preparing the feast, the table covered with colourful linens and sparkling crystals. Her pomu hovered nearby, emitting soft trills that seemed to encourage her culinary artistry.

Among the many different spices and the clinking of utensils, the air danced with a combination of scents and sounds. 

With a flourish of determination, Olympia began the cooking, her nimble paws dancing across the kitchen counter as she prepared the ingredients gathered from her garden. Her pomu familiar hovered nearby, emitting gentle chirps and trills, seemingly guiding her.

"Let's start with the mint," Olympia mused, her voice a soft cadence. She minced the fresh mint leaves, releasing their refreshing aroma into the air. 

As the simmering pot on the stove filled the air with a blend of savory scents, Olympia began chopping more herbs, guided by the subtle cues from her pomu. 

"Ah, the final touch," Olympia exclaimed, as she delicately sprinkled the rare herb saffron that she had been saving for a special occasion. The pomu emitted a series of excited trills, as if confirming the choice.

As the dishes neared completion, the aromas intensified, filling the cottage with an irresistible invitation to feast. Olympia set the table with care, placing each dish perfectly, while placing the center pieces of flowers and shimmering candles, a nod to Faerindell's beauty.

Just as Olympia made the final touches, she heads a knock at her door. As she opened the door, her dear friend Shimmer stepped into Olympia's cottage, her eyes bright with excitement as the tantalizing scents of the feast greeted her. "Olympia, this smells amazing!" she exclaimed, taking in the many different olors and fragrances that adorned the table.

"Thank you, Shimmer! I'm glad you're here to share in this feast," Olympia replied warmly, gesturing for Shimmer to take a seat. 

As they settled in, the air buzzed with the gentle hum of conversation between the two friends. Shimmer's eyes twinkled with curiosity. "How do you manage to infuse such flavour into your cooking, Olympia?"

Olympia chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. "Ah, it's a secret blend of love, the bounty of Faerindell's garden, and the guidance of my dear pomu here," she replied, gesturing toward the hovering black poof ball.

Shimmer gazed at the pomu, "Your pomu is truly fascinating. It seems to be an integral part of your creations."

"Yes, indeed," Olympia affirmed, a fond smile gracing her lips. "It's not just a familiar; it's my guiding companion, offering insights and nudges in the art of cooking that are beyond words."

The conversation flowed like a gentle stream, carrying them through tales of their adventures in Faerindell, and tales of wonder and joy and laughter.

Between bites of the delicious dishes, Shimmer marveled at each flavor. "This is exquisite, Olympia! The way these flavors blend, it's like a melody dancing on my taste buds."

"It's all thanks to my garden," Olympia replied. "Every ingredient from the garden sings a story of its own, adding to the feast."

With the feast coming to an end, Shimmer sighed contentedly. "Thank you for this amazing evening, Olympia. It's moments like these that remind me just how lucky I am to have you as a friend."

Olympia smiled, her heart full. "Thank you for sharing this moment with me, Shimmer. I had so much fun."