(wind) i’ve been so tired and uninspired lately, but your blog brings me joy! would you tell me about two faeries in love at a spring celebration? - beesfaerie
Burning bright, firelight. All around the ring we dance, reveling in the growing magic of the Springlands. It is a time of birth and creation, a time when we remember what is dear to us and what we will protect with all that we are and ever will be. Lovers braid flowers into the fur or hair of their beloved, and they dance to the beat of drums and the bursting pop of tree sap in the roaring heat of the bonfires. A Faerie Ring of mushrooms mark the places where we warp the world, twisting space and time to extend our revelries as long as we can, the days fleeing by as we dance. Sun and moon and stars blur across the endlessly purple sky and still we will not cease, still we play, still we sing.
They are there, two you know. A young elf and his beloved, a faun who dwells deep in the woods. They laugh as they spin and twirl, moving gracefully to the sound of flutes and tambourines. “I see your face,” the faun says to the one he has always loved. “I see your face and remember why eternity seems so brief.” And the elf smiles and kisses him, and above them petals fall endlessly from a violet sky. The birds flutter from tree to tree, adding their songs to the melodies. Honeybees drift fat and heavy back to their hives, drunk off the sweet nectar of the flowers they visit. It is Spring, my Child. Won’t you dance with us? There is a place here at our tables, a place among our dancers and our revelers. You might not ever leave, but what a beautiful life spent among the Court of Spring. Is it not worth it?
the-fae-folk Ko-fi
