Fairspell Meadow See and Wait

if you really must know, all insects do live different lives. honeybees are like fierce business majors, all about that grind and serving their queen. crickets are the starving artists, though often they are always told that their music brings about a sense of summer nostalgia and comfort (rather than getting tossed out because they don't buy anything from the cafe they sit in for hours). grasshoppers are your everyday sports fanatics with those sculpted legs of theirs. and beetles? that remained as uncharted territory.

and where does Pancakes fit into all of this? one could say that she fits in with the crickets, but a butterflies work is not comparable to the chirps of others. certainly they fly great distances and could be athletes, but the smallest injury or wing tear means the end for them. lastly, butterflies are everything BUT fierce and focused.

they are here for a good time, not a long time. perhaps they are as elusive as the beetle...

Pancakes has a very simple morning routine. she wakes up, stretches her wings, and listens for what the others may have to say. in these summer nights and early mornings, the chatter is always something wonderful and inviting.

but this morning, Pancakes is joined with another four-legged creature who seems all too quiet. he wears a gentle face and a soft air, something that reminds Pancakes of laundry hanging to dry during a calm summer evening. she thinks of the clean, fresh smell and comes to flutter closer to her newest sensation on a nearby grass blade.

"Child, when you’re sad put on your blue shoes."
(her voice is quiet in the morning as she looks upon his figure)

"You know that Mama loves you lollipops,"
(Pancakes loves lollipops too, especially fruit punch flavored ones with glossy coats!)

"So put on a party hat. We’ll play the kazoos!"