Illustration for A Dress with Pockets by PacificRimbaud 🔞
“Watch, Pans,” Neville whispered.
She watched.
And as she did, on every twig of every branch of every one of the trees in the grove, clusters of pale pink flowers slowly opened, and began to glow.
Each bloom contained only a tiny, luminous spark, but they grew in clusters of five or six, with four or five clusters to a twig, and seemingly infinite twigs on each branch. Within a handful of breathless minutes, the grove was lit up with a million little lights the color of sunset.
There was a scent, too, something like clematis and orange blossom, edibly sweet and heady.
“Neville,” Pansy began, but he grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“That’s not even the best part,” he said quietly, and before she could ask what he could possibly mean, the moths began to come out.
They roused themselves from their hidden daylight places in the surrounding shrubs and grasses, shook out their wings, and flew.
They were a ghostly green, with enormous furred bodies and wide, stub-tipped wings edged in pale gold that made a buzzing sound as they beat the air. Each one was the size of a Galleon, and there were thousands and thousands of them.
Their broad wings lifted them away on careening flight paths, and as they ascended into the canopy of the trees, they, too, began to glow, their bodies and wings sparking into green-white luminescence as they circled the blossoms and hovered like hummingbirds to drink.
Pansy had never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
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