Serpent Lake I should practice my courtesy~

the coast lives inside her tiny beating body, the sunlight melts into her wings as she leaves behind the salty breezes for the mainland. Pancakes certainly had to make some pitstops here and there, chatting with a few other butterflies and even some passing hummingbirds! there is a sticky remnant of sugary nectar across her mandibles, about as obvious as the child who snuck a taste of the chocolate syrup and lies about it (whilst having it smeared across their cheeks!)

it is a glorious day to be alive as Pancakes the butterfly, that is always for certain. and it would not be such a day unless it was filled with songs and poems. through the silence breaks her tiny little voice.

"I filled the bucket! I spilled the bucket!
Out on the floor, a mistake for sure!"
(Pancakes had no idea what a bucket was, nor why it was so important to sing about)

"Consequences, turned me hostile!
I got so tied in, made me docile!"
(Have you ever seen a mad butterfly? Yeah? Me neither...)

she approaches another shadowy figure, though this one had a strange energy that emits from her. that requires investigation to Pancakes! and so she comes by fluttering closer and closer, her little cuddle fuddle song would give her away if her brilliant magma wings did not. and above, she comes to circle this curious little creature so high above the others, continuing to belt out what she can.

"and you know!
oh my god, just please don't ever let me go!"
(Pancakes wonders about feeling lonely)