Lake Rodney Chipster

The beginning of Butterfly's story is no different from many others. He was born, grew up with a loving family and left them when the time was right. It had been bittersweet to say goodbye. Often, as he lay alone under the stars, he would dream of his mother's smile and sister's laugh, the nights of dance and song and he would miss it oh so dearly. 

It was during these times of sorrow that he would find himself humming a familiar melody, perhaps a lullaby once sung to him as a child or a vibrant tune akin to that of a campfire song. Or perhaps he would not recognise it at all and it was simply the vibrations that grounded him and gave him comfort.

He was humming such a tune as he paddles into the waters of a lake, sparkling and still in the summer sun. Tiny fish swim about his paws as he wades deeper, submerging his aching muscles in its cool waters as he begins to bathe. It was a welcome break from the summer heat and the wraith was quite content to soak, blissfully unaware that he had company.