Cupid frequented his shop all the time. They had grown to be close friends, with Cupid earning Caladium's trust gradually. When they had first met he made the mistake of flirting with him and kissing his hand, Cal almost shut down completely, standing froze for close to an hour. Now he respects Cal's boundaries, not that he didn't before, he just didn't know how to interact with him then. He stays around for a while and just talks with him, sometimes bringing him some food as a gift. Caladium has grown quite fond of the little red Tundra. He lets him take him by the hand sometimes and listens to Cupid go on and on about this and that.

If it were up to him, he would never contort himself into such terrifying shapes again. How was any of this supposed to be good for you? Goodness. If it wasn't Ivy's class, he would have never decided to do yoga. Every other dragon in the cave looked like bending in half was no issue, like there was something normal about nearly breaking all of your bones and squishing your organs about under your scales. Though, if she asked him, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed sitting in the shop much better, chatting over a cup of tea while he plucked petals to scatter about the arrangements. He knew Ivy liked to help him, but- oh boy, that was his tail, that hurt- but he had to return the favor. Eventually, she kept telling him, he'd get better at it, be able to twist himself into odd shapes at will like a circus performer. For now, he would roll himself in balls and stretch his wings around his head for a chance to spend the afternoon with Ivy in the gentle haze of the cave he'd filled with flowers.
Story By: Finian #83611

When he was told that practice makes perfect, there was a fresh chance in hell that he'd believed it. Ivy had told him that if he really worked at it, really took the time to stretch and breathe, he would be able to keep up with her class. And through those dull spots, those times where everything seemed like it tasted like cardboard and all the flowers seemed to lose their smell, he did. He breathed, he stretched- and here he was, sitting in the back of Ivy's yoga class, twisting himself into wild shapes without too much pain and scale-creaking. It was hard to notice, but when he thought back to it- seeing himself in these weird contortions without being so preoccupied with his well being was odd, but not unwelcome. He still occupied his little corner in the back, far enough away from the mirrored wall that he didn't have to see himself if he didn't want to. His cup of tea after class would be so much sweeter.
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Pale Pink Rose

Plant

A romantic bouquet and dinner for dragons.

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Potted Peacevine

Organics

Poisonous, but pretty! Peacevine lives on very little water and very little sunlight, making it an ideal lair decoration during long, dark winters.

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Blue Rose

Plant

White roses can take on many colors by tinting their water. Plant connoisseurs have also tried to encourage them to take on other flavors as well. This one tastes faintly of blueberries.

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