The Glade
06.03.09
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Sunny and warm. Just the way she liked it. At least she thought she did. Her memories were unclear and hazy, but she was sure she liked the brightness and warmth.
The sunlight dripped through the openings in the canopy of trees, dappling the plants on the ground beneath. Minute dust specks rose into the air as the breeze playfully swept through causing the bright flowers to dance with the grasses they were strewn amongst. An ideal setting or so she thought.
Moving from plant to plant, Saranda carefully plucked the dead leaves and petals from the flowers and bushes. There were not many dead, but these were her plants to take care of. That is what flowersprites would do. She groomed them fastidiously making sure that they had no ruined petals, dead leaves or broken stems.
It had taken her some thought to understand what it was she was supposed to do upon awakening. The only thing that came to her was the blossoms she found herself sleeping in. She remembered reaching out to smell them, and even to water them, but that was all. It had not taken her long to decide what she was and what she wanted to do. She was a Flowersprite. Afterall, sprites had wings. She had wings. Sprites had blossoms in their hair. She had white lilies in hers. So what else could she be?
She sighed suddenly. Spring would not last long and she loved it while it was around. Summer too with all the bright colors that sparkled in the glade and the rest of the woods. But Winter even though she knew that it was beautiful, it made her sleepy. And she would have to find some place warm to hibernate until spring appeared again. But she could wait awhile and see what happened until fall came. She had plenty of time. For now.
This glade was hers and she would make it beautiful. But few would know it was there with all the hidden insects and animals that seemed to take delight in it. Even the sunlight danced through for her flowers or so her simple mind thought.
All day she tended the flowers and plants, resting a short time now and then to eat and enjoy the sunlight. But as it grew late, she yawned sleepily, giggling afterwards. It was time to get some rest. Tomorrow she would play and enjoy some time with the small creatures that came. Saranda was actually looking forwards to it. Curling up in the deepest flowers nearby, she drifted off to sleep dreaming of fantastic flowers that walked and dance through surreal landscapes. In the morning a new day would begin and she planned to enjoy it.
