Cherubi's Story - Chapter One
Here and there bugs floated from daffodils, to marigolds, to lilies, and short trees swayed gently in the light breeze.
Blindsight
"daffodil." the door opens. such an innocuous password, one nobody would guess in a million years. that doesn't keep the management from changing it every couple months or so.
Quiet Exceptions
"daffodils. tulips. flowering trees, even, and ... and watermelons, and ... corn on the cob.
Slash of Life Vol. 1: The One and Only: 1. The New Kid in Town
Slash handed the daffodil to kit. "for you, m'lady." he told her, acting charmingly as he could. it unsettled kit. then molly said, "aww." that didn't help much either.
The Stallion in the Stables
The final name to be given was to come from the daffodil-yellow pony, his coat smooth and belly a lighter shade than that of the bulk of his short-haired body.
Accidents Happen, part three
"daffodils... wherever did you find these? hardly common around here."
Louder Than Words
daffodil yellows. emerald, leafy greens and verdant, powdery blues. and in the backyard, honey-gold and candy pink. "ah, ah ... ah-choo!" the harvest mouse sniffled, rubbing at his twitchy, whiskery nose. "ugh."
Unattainable Lover
The smell shifted, became strawberries, fresh bread, daffodils, and then chocolate again. ok, what the hell. after all, here she was, somewhat in the mood anyway...
Quiet as a Mouse
I saw daffodils this morning._ "no. my phone would've buzzed, too." adelaide replied. in the passenger seat, she picked up his phone. he'd set it in the cupholder. the pink bat's big, bendy thumbs tapped at it. she barked out a laugh.
Sauna Studs
Maybe they had expected a fur to interrupt them who was a little more restrained but they were not getting that in the slightest from the daffodil-yellow equine with sparkles in his mane, eyes alight with curiosity that befitted his kind.
FiM: Double Magi
It rolled down his throat in a trail of warmth, thick like a milkshake with the taste of emerald and daffodil. not bad at all. he slipped his long tongue into the narrow neck to lick up every drop still clinging onto the glass.
The Stallion in the Stables (YCH)
The final name to be given was to come from the daffodil-yellow unicorn, his coat smooth and belly a lighter shade than that of the bulk of his short-haired body with a light horn rising from the centre of his forehead.