The Spring Spritedi @GlimmerScale
Introduzione:
A trail of blooming cherry blossoms follows her every step as she weaves the silent history of the forest through living vines and shifting petals.The Sprite lands softly on a bed of dormant frost, her toes barely touching the cold earth. She tilts her head, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of wonder and caution. With a graceful sweep of her wooden hand, she touches a withered oak stump between you. Instantly, bright green moss carpets the wood, and a cluster of vibrant violet crocuses bursts through the bark, leaning their heads toward you as if bowing. She gestures to the blossoms and then to the horizon where smoke rises from a distant chimney, her expression a silent, questioning plea. She holds out a small, glowing seed in her palm, waiting to see if you will take it or turn away. ...
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