☽ lyra blooms ✧ silver wolf ☾
✧ It was the dawn after the dawn of the emergence of the white light in her stomach, a cascading outpour of molten light that slowly formed and structured into that of pale green fairy wings, which marked the beginning of the ancient practice 'Apiatrice' in the society of the forest fairies. The process of a fairy's birth, which was an inevitable fate for the guardian of valeriya, the ancient fairy civilization, was something that Lyra knew was going to be an upcoming event- but she didn't figure it would happen this soon, as most fairies carried a three year term, but she only carried to one. It was a secret of hers from her guild, as only her close family knew other than Tim, the guild's secretary. Hell, it had been months since she had returned back to the guild hall of Silver Wolf- her only connection to them as of recent was the festival she had attended with Tim marking the new year, as she was more often than not pushing herself to look for ancient artifacts that stood the test of time in underground fairy grottos. Perhaps that was the reason the emergence of the white light, which she had felt and communicated with over the past year in cryptic messages, was so soon. Most fairies floated around upon a veil of mist during their creation and establishment processes, but Lyra did not see it as laborious as the other fairy matrons did- she wanted to keep doing what she was doing, as she didn't wish for all of the 'grandiose' luxuries cloaked in laziness. She was self aware, at least when it came to the fact that she preferred to constantly be moving across the lands in the name of filling both the valeriyan and wolvendom vaults, even while within her creation process. As the sunlight rose upon the horizon, which was not the most visible due to the swirling winter storm that fluttered around the Silver Wolves' territory, Lyra slowly brought herself down the slope of the Phoenix Mountains within her fairy form, slipping past the guild members of hers that made their ways through the Guild Hall. She did not want the secret to get out until after the day was finished, as so much was on her mind; she had never got the chance to be present during the birth of a fairy, as it was in of itself quite a rare occurrence, and she was not the most fond of the idea of being surrounded with as many fairies that she heard took the responsibility to usher the expecting mothers to the Sovereign Bee Sanctum on Divide Island. Sure, there were stories she had been told of experienced mothers, but she knew she had no idea what to expect- swimming in a flowing stream of Apiatratic Viscosity' sounded odd in itself, but the paranoid idea of there being complications due to her eccentric past of becoming a fairy made her feel quite anxious. But it was nothing compared to what she saw when she made it a bit of a ways down the path of the Phoenix Mountains- a swarm, a horde of what looked to be thousands of fairies adorned in white gowns with golden and green hued wings gracefully descent into the gale of the blizzard, surrounding the Silver Wolf member and forming a path toward the center. Two fairies, looking to be wearing jewelry of intricate yet small honeycomb, slipped their hands into the grasp of Lyra's and guided her through the path to a much larger pane of honeycomb, still dripping and glowing a bright array of stardust-colored glimmers, helping her climb on top. It would fold to meld around her body and wings, glowing outward to manifest a field of mist that would block out the downpour of snow, and begin fly within the center of the swarm on the way to Divide Island. Once the snow subsided and they neared closer, bees of giant sizes would fly alongside the floating pane of honey and throughout the fairy cloud, greeting the eclipse frog and fern kitten that accompanied Lyra on her journey to the sanctum.
"Mountain Village is just over there, it's s- so pretty there," Lyra would speak aloud to the attendants that flew next to the pane, using their forest magic to keep it afloat, "..I found one of the original Valeriyan daggers there, in a grotto. Have you two.. ever been there?"
"..No," the attendants would speak simultaneously, "..we live around the hive, tending to the sanctum."
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