Hikaru opened her eyes. The sun shone warmly down on her face. She inhaled deeply, then sighed with delight. The flowers were in bloom. She was surrounded by them now, made even more glorious because of her shrunken stature. She used her flutter blood to make herself as small as she could, and the flowers surrounded her in a riot of color. She flapped up to one and inhaled deeply. The scent filled her and she giggled with joy.
She flew to the next one and this time stuffed her muzzle into its tube-shaped bloom. She lapped at the nectar there, delighting in its sweetness. She drank from the next one too, and the next, and the next. Soon she could feel their sugars unraveling within her, releasing their energy and making her fly all the faster. Everything was glorious. Spring was her favorite time of year, and nothing could be better. She was happy, she was warm, she was fed, and...
Hikaru opened her eyes. The colors in her imagination faded abruptly as she suddnenly faced the dullness of the real world. It was winter. The trees were bare and the sky was a dull gray. She felt a stab of pain as her fantasy failed her. How would she ever make it until the flowers bloomed again?
