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BUT OPEN FOR FILLS

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From: (Anonymous)

OP watches as the Anon has it's fill of the precious nourishment. OP knows that if the OP is quiet and waits patiently, the magnificent wild Anon may just make magic happen before very OP's eyes. Though, the OP would like for nothing more than to jump up and down, and dance, and sing for joy, the OP instead calmly takes a sip from an open bottle of juniper mead, and allows the Anon to do what the Anon does best.

From: (Anonymous)

Driveby Anon quietly unfurls a bedroll and camps out quietly, at a safe distance so as not to startle either the Anon or the OP, occasionally tossing tidbits of Encouragement in the direction of the Anon.

From: (Anonymous)

Passing Anon smells the excitement in the evening air, and sees the action unfurl. Also pulling out a bedroll, she offers sweetrolls and softly plays a flute to aid the Encouragement.

There are also sparkles of happiness.

From: (Anonymous)

An anon sneaks closer though the grass popping its head up from time to time; with its Meerkat like behavior its finds some shiny rocks on the ground and places them into two plies just outside of the tall grass. The rocks piles appear to be made of two garnets, a small chunk of moonstone and several chunks of malachite. The Meerkat like anon pokes it head out of the grass once more before, settling down.

From: (Anonymous)

OP looks around at the small gathering of camper-anons of all species and feels a ball of nervousness inside. What if...this is something the potential author-anon must do alone? What if there are too many of us watching? Waiting? Expecting? What if our presence scares away any of the potential author-anons?

The OP fears this prompt will not be filled. Should the OP have done anything differently? Offered more inspiration and magic than just a few handfuls worth?

The OP rises from the picnic blanket and quietly slips away from the clearing. With coins in one hand and a balled fist of determination that made up the other, the OP heads for the nearest corner store to purchase more inspiration and magic - and perhaps a few more goodies the author-anons may fancy. Maybe offering the internets as a reward was not enough. Maybe the OP must come back with much, much more...