Micro stories to celebrate holidays, seasons, and character birthdays.
First posted as videos on social media.
In the cases where I edited the story down for the video, I included the text of the original, uncut version here.
“Happy birthday to me. It’s one of these days. Probably,” Attel sang under her breath.
A crown of flowers formed in her hand as the tune faded. Honeybelles and heliotropes, like usual.
“‘Queen for the day,’ huh?”
She didn’t put the crown on her head. Just held her palm out. It dissipated into mana, and Attel rolled back into bed.
“Her Majesty can keep it.”
Nev’eirys landed beside the pond, his boots sinking into the earth and his robes trailing over the new growth. Sprouts pushed upward, fresh and green.
Bennie would be pleased, as would the other nature dragons. Although Nev’eirys didn’t know a dragon that wouldn’t be pleased about the coming of spring.
His gaze lifted from the fern fronds, drifting to the east.
Well, perhaps certain dragons.
Rain started to fall, gentle on his shoulders, sliding through his hair and down his back.
His duty would call him east before long. Perhaps he would go for a swim in the sea then. Far enough to feel the sting of those dark clouds. Deep enough to know there was something beyond that he wasn’t meant to reach.
But for now, the blooming of flowers in the rain was more than enough.
Callie twirled through the honeybelles. At her steps, her own honeybelles settled around her head, nestling in with heliotropes.
She touched her flower crown, purring, “If I’m queen for the day, does that mean King Caexiael is my king for the day?”
“Sure, why not,” Attel sang. “As long as it’s in your dreams.”
Callie sank in front of the lopsided mana cake that had formed at Attel’s song, her face lit up in a grin.
“Happy birthday, Cal—uh, Your Majesty,” Attel said to Callie’s giggles. “Here’s to a thousand, thousand more.”
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