Early morning dew graced the grasses, leaves and flowers of the meadow near the area he claimed as home. The moon had set a while ago, but the sun was not yet ready to rise. Though the flutter was not too happy to be leaving his mate so early in the day, he had a tradition, and no matter what he would keep to it. Breath frosted in the air before his face and he shivered a little in the pre-dawn cold. He turned to face the east, eyes trained to where the sun would make the first appearance of the day, his ears pricked and alert. It would not be long now.
As the first rays of dawn lit the sky a smile graced the flutter’s face and he shrunk to butterfly size preparing to greet the day with a dance. Taking to the air he let go of all thoughts, and worries, allowing himself to just be. And he danced from flower to flower, a delicate aerial ballet. He greeted the day and offered his thanks to the Goddess, and his hopes for a wonderful day.
The ritual was calming, soothing and a time of the day he had to himself. Not that he object to company, heck he often met some of the most interesting of characters during his devotions – he met the mare who became his mate during his mid-day flight, and even shared the dusk devotions with her. But the mornings… the mornings were his time, and his time alone.
He became absorbed in his dance, all alertness vanished as everything melted away. In such a state, he was lost to the world, and it would be a small matter for one to catch him off-guard…
As the first rays of dawn lit the sky a smile graced the flutter’s face and he shrunk to butterfly size preparing to greet the day with a dance. Taking to the air he let go of all thoughts, and worries, allowing himself to just be. And he danced from flower to flower, a delicate aerial ballet. He greeted the day and offered his thanks to the Goddess, and his hopes for a wonderful day.
The ritual was calming, soothing and a time of the day he had to himself. Not that he object to company, heck he often met some of the most interesting of characters during his devotions – he met the mare who became his mate during his mid-day flight, and even shared the dusk devotions with her. But the mornings… the mornings were his time, and his time alone.
He became absorbed in his dance, all alertness vanished as everything melted away. In such a state, he was lost to the world, and it would be a small matter for one to catch him off-guard…
