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"You scamper off to the woods, leave me waiting for months and all you have to show for it are these miserable scraps of paper? Pathetic. Do you get your writing skills from the very beasts you study? What else could explain these useless scribbles of yours?"

"Oh p-p-please, Eucella, please u-u-understand! I h-h-hiked for w-w-weeks on end to g-g-get this work! The weather was r-rough and-and I was just so tired! All I have are these m-meager offerings, it was the b-b-best I could do! I swear!"

"Enough of your useless whimpering, Chlora. Hand over this ink soaked trash you call writing so I can scour it for anything even worth keeping. Be quick, you sniveling weed, I have real work to do..."

"Oh d-d-dear! Forgive me! I did all I-I-I could! Oh p-please be merciful, mistress!"

"I DON'T TALK LIKE THAT, CHLORA! What has gotten into your gourd?! I absolutely do not act like that around you! I certainly wish I got even an ounce of respect from you! You want me to be your editor and then you pull stunts like this! Is this what you tell people I am like? Unbelievable! And as if you are some shivering little sapling whenever you visit me! The amount of sass and endless tirades you dump on me, and usually without warning! For a supposed natural historian, you sure live in some fantasy world!"

"Well, Eucella, you do act a little intimidating whenever I walk into your office..."

"That's usually because I know the sheer chaos that's about to be unleashed the second you open the door! Also: MISTRESS?! What kind of fantasy is this again?"

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Another doodle of Chlora and Eucella, brought to you by the word "meager." I think these two are my go-to now whenever I get bored or can't get the right energy to draw something. In this installment, Chlora describes what it is like working with Eucella, with the editor not too pleased about the hyperbole.

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"You scamper off to the woods, leave me waiting for months and all you have to show for it are these miserable scraps of paper? Pathetic. Do you get your writing skills from the very beasts you study? What else could explain these useless scribbles of yours?"

"Oh p-p-please, Eucella, please u-u-understand! I h-h-hiked for w-w-weeks on end to g-g-get this work! The weather was r-rough and-and I was just so tired! All I have are these m-meager offerings, it was the b-b-best I could do! I swear!"

"Enough of your useless whimpering, Chlora. Hand over this ink soaked trash you call writing so I can scour it for anything even worth keeping. Be quick, you sniveling weed, I have real work to do..."

"Oh d-d-dear! Forgive me! I did all I-I-I could! Oh p-please be merciful, mistress!"

"I DON'T TALK LIKE THAT, CHLORA! What has gotten into your gourd?! I absolutely do not act like that around you! I certainly wish I got even an ounce of respect from you! You want me to be your editor and then you pull stunts like this! Is this what you tell people I am like? Unbelievable! And as if you are some shivering little sapling whenever you visit me! The amount of sass and endless tirades you dump on me, and usually without warning! For a supposed natural historian, you sure live in some fantasy world!"

"Well, Eucella, you do act a little intimidating whenever I walk into your office..."

"That's usually because I know the sheer chaos that's about to be unleashed the second you open the door! Also: MISTRESS?! What kind of fantasy is this again?"

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Another doodle of Chlora and Eucella, brought to you by the word "meager." I think these two are my go-to now whenever I get bored or can't get the right energy to draw something. In this installment, Chlora describes what it is like working with Eucella, with the editor not too pleased about the hyperbole.