City of Light: Epilogue
Magic surged through her veins as the shards of ruined pot lifted delicately into the air. one by one, piecing themselves back together in flashes of bright white light. “look at you, getting your claws dirty.”
Bear burdens of life (Chapter nine)
A few potted plants and some lawn furniture adorned the stone side, while the grass was empty. the back fence was made with heavy, dark green wood and each board had four shiny nails holding it in place.
Lyegerena the Gnoll: A day in the life..
I walk over to the pot.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 23
A blackened pot full of steaming water sat at the edge of the fire at his elbow. another pot of water sat at the edge of the fire, boiling furiously. shortly, he dropped the remnant of cloth he had been using to clean her wounds into the closest pot.
Bronze Age Anthro Notes (WIP)
Deglaze pot with broth and simmer to sauce.
Nobody's Servant, Part 15 - The Ulgengir District
She utters a greeting and waves with a pep i haven't seen in her before, but immediately dives back into adding things to the cooking pot.
Invane: Vixblock
Our heads were suddenly turned towards them and their pot. already seeing that colorful stream of cloud rising from the golden pot. additionally, something smelled really good from it that i had wondered, 'what were they cooking now?'
Old Friends
We have a fresh pot of chicken broth with broad beans and root vegetables?" "you always have a chicken broth with assorted plants. i'll stick with just an ale for now."
GBL High: Chapter Six
Outside was a small garden, surrounded in one meter pots all soiled and waiting seeds. the thing itself was a meter and a half out, by three meters long. and every side had these pots side to side. but in the middle sat a small black metal table.
Splintered Light, Chapter 5.1: The Jiuyani Confusion
Calus nodded, accepting the pot over the counter with one hand as he slid the cook a few talons with the other.
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 3
There was a desk, a chair, a possibly plastic potted plant, and a large window facing out into the empty expanse. "see?
Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.4
The pot quickly traced my bloodstreams to my brain and made my mind fuzzy, my spatial reference distanced, and my steps to feel heavier than normal. the vodka tasted bitter and strong.