Snowdrop

With spring comes the melting of snow. It, in Snowdrop’s opinion, is arguably the most beautiful time of the year. The icy whites and monochrome grays of winter retreat and in their wake bloom the first greens and rainbows of spring. Plants that had slept through the cold open their petals to the sun once more, decorating the landscape with splashes of life wherever they grow. The transition from winter to spring is truly a miracle of nature - - - reviving both the hearty and the delicate lives that braved the cold to live once more under the warmth of the sun.

As she flutters around, her winter cape drawing the cold into it and her wings scattering gentle, warm winds to help awaken the sleeping plant life exposed in the retreat of the ice, Snowdrop can’t help but smile. It makes her so happy to see the stems strengthen and stand back up once more. To be a part of the transition back to life.

The only thing that could ruin Snowdrop’s good moon on a day like today is - - - “D’you think you can hit her with a snowball?”

Some of the bigger idiots in her clan.

She’s really not surprised when a snowball soars over her right wing, too high to hit her - - - not only are they idiots, but they’re idiots with bad aim. Green eyes flit down to the two troublemakers as they prepare another snowball to throw - - - really? - - - and if she hovers a little closer to one of the branches on the tree she’d been unthawing, causing the snow to melt just a little bit faster…

The sound of the two below yelping in surprise when they’re suddenly drenched by a slushfall is satisfying.