I drummed this one up for my friend Katelyn for Xmas and I’m gonna share the first bit here:
It was a perfect spring day. It was the sort of day which shamed hard work for interrupting it. It was the sort of day which left one wanting to do nothing but try to absorb it’s restful essence. The sky was a brilliant uninterrupted blue, save where a few puffy white clouds played a lazy game of tag across the sky. The sun’s light was that perfect sort that seemed to softly kiss the skin it touched without ever causing sweat while it brought the vibrancy of life’s colours into over drive. The lazy breeze that drifted through the rustling trees seemed to wrap one in a cushion of fresh air before it moved on to tease the blades of grass which formed a soft bed to lie in.
Aloysia took a deep breath, feel the calm of the day flow through her veins. Overhead a pair of birds darted across the blue sky, playing a game and trilling away. She closed her eyes, letting the babble of the nearby creek play across her consciousness until her thoughts rose and fell with its music. She focused without focusing, locking the kiss of the sun with the play of breeze and the symphony of the trees, animals and creek. This was it. This was her point of meditation, this was the place of absolute calm her teachers had been talking about. Her serene face slowly shifted into a smile, there was the well spring she was looking for. Her mind slid into the magic gently, like the first dip into a pond. Suddenly Aloysia gasped as her magic, finally freed from its constraints, washed over her. She opened her eyes, holding on to her tenuous state as if it were memories of a fading dream. With trembling fingers she wrapped her hands around a flower bud hidden among the tall grass.
“Souto.” She whispered. The magic glowed between her hands, a yellow that was both brilliant and soft. The flower bud suddenly blossomed into a gorgeous yellow flower, nothing like anything of it’s kind. Aloysia let out a squeal of surprise as her elation broke her tenuous hold on her power and yellow light flared. She found herself in a sudden ocean of tall grass, the magically grown flower in her hand. With a sigh of disappointment, Aloysia carefully wrapped the flower into her knapsack, making sure none of her books would crush it before she headed home.