Demeter

The withering, orange leaves swayed peacefully in the cold breeze on the slowly baring trees as the sun dipped slowly down to the horizon, cascading the land in a mixed, beautiful light.

"That'll wrap it up, everyone! Drakeharvest is over, and I hope you all enjoyed the harvest!"

A dragon called, a young female Skydancer that glistened and sparkled just like the sun. As dragons picked up their baskets, she would wave and say her goodbyes to them as they went their way.

Many were from different clans - big and small - but she allowed them all to her fields, although the property of her clan, they amazingly had too much to go around. Most of it would go to waste and rot before they could eat it all, so she would allow others into them to harvest for their own clans.

It was delightful, you know, seeing others from other clans, all different species, flights and colours. From the smallest Fae to the largest Guardian, the ragged Mirror Plague to the pristine Ice Gaoler.

Even with the colours dying in the world in the fall, this harvest always was sprinkled with so many.

"Another successful harvest as always, huh, Demeter?"

A green Guardian appeared next to her, as if out of thin air, she slightly jumped as he let out a hearty chuckle.

"You know not to scare me like that, Ludwig! You literally blend in with the crops and nature with how green and... nature-y you are!"

The Guardian, Ludwig, carried about three baskets on him - two on his haunches, and now one resting on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I do apologise. It's just too good sometimes, with how hard we've all worked I think we do need a good chuckle - or a scare."

Before she could get out a response, a small fae scampered up to Ludwig, chirping joyfully at him.

"Hi Luddie! Let me take this basket for you!"

Ludwig nodded and lifted up the basket with his teeth and handed it to her, she almost dropped it at first but flapped frantically and caught her balance and successfully held the basket that was quadruple her size - and probably weight.

"Way to go, Watermelon!"

He called after her, a loud joyful trill echoing in response. The Fae were truly a wonder, although most kept monotone when communicating with other species - this one seemed like an entirely different breed. Speaking in a high-pitched tone, chirps and trills.

"Lud's little helper, huh?"

Demeter remarked, watching the small fae slowly fade into the distance back towards camp. Ludwig hummed in response,

( still in writing... to be continued )