Ambrosia had once been the talk of the town, everyone on her world who had some amount of power had wished to commission a piece from her. Of course it hadn't always been like this. brought up in a minor noble family, Ambrosia had eventually been allowed to apprentice under her master, a kind old man named Osmanthine. He taught her everything he knew and she had learned well. All this to say, her life was looking good: enough money to live lavish life that few could dream of, a steady stream of commissions and suitors, and a caring master. But tragedy struck. On her thirtieth birthday, she received word of Osmanthine's passing. Those words broke her, she locked herself in her apartment and grieved for six days and six nights. And after she finally left the apartment, she was a different woman. Her art became sad and somber, her mood irritant and cold, and she picked up many addictions ranging from spending money she didn't have on jewels and dresses, to alcohol, to smoking a hookah. in order to keep a roof over her head, Ambrosia began to work odd jobs around the hive, the scraps just barely being enough to pay for her needs and fuel her addictions. It was on one such job that she ran into you.

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Image taken from a weshammer video, but not the plot. no horror elements this time.