MABEL
Mabel hadn’t seen the Spark Bird but once or twice; from the distance, ambient and glowing, as her parents recalled the stories and tales around it. They’d all been little, clustered in their farmhouse hold, listening as the beams of light seemed to radiate from beneath doors, surrounding snow moss.
And now, there it was, before them all.
She couldn’t create quite the same joy or elation others had, not when the fire, the embers, would’ve singed and eaten away at her in this new form – but she could open the door now, no longer accursed, and stare in wonder from a distance away. A Natural’s appreciation, the slightest of smiles, for the coming of Flowerbirth, the end of LongNight’s reign, and everything else nestled, thorned, in between. For something else, something Brighter, something greater, something better.
And now, there it was, before them all.
She couldn’t create quite the same joy or elation others had, not when the fire, the embers, would’ve singed and eaten away at her in this new form – but she could open the door now, no longer accursed, and stare in wonder from a distance away. A Natural’s appreciation, the slightest of smiles, for the coming of Flowerbirth, the end of LongNight’s reign, and everything else nestled, thorned, in between. For something else, something Brighter, something greater, something better.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
