Username: yuroshi
Nagaline: WolpertingerPrompt: and
LunaWolpertinger loped, rather slowly by his standards, along through the grass, basking in the gentle warmth from the rising sun as it painted the cloudy sky with a brilliantly colored mural. He couldn’t help but smile as he breathed in the cool scent of the fresh spring wind, tinged with the sweetness of blooming flowers. There were many smaller flowers all around- dandelions, honeysuckle, roses- if you could imagine it in his springtime paradise, it would surely be there, maybe just around the bend. Even then he was on his way for one particular flower- one tinged a lovely blue around it’s edges with a striking white center. Of course, just any old blue flower wouldn’t do in this case. This was for a gift for Luna, who was trotting along at his side. Little Loon, as he called the tiny snitten, deserved the very best, and in this case? That meant his favorite flower- the morning glory. Spring was a time for celebration, and Wolpertinger wanted to give the little one a gift to tuck beside her now, or perhaps fashion into a simple flower crown if she ever took her bows off, and Little Loon was determined to have Morning Glories, though you may not have guessed if you didn’t know her, simply because of her shy nature.
But when they arrived to the stretch of Morning Glory’s... there wasn’t a flower to be found. The rains of the night before had been strong, and the wind too forceful... the flowers had retreated into their buds, and would not be coaxed out of them that day. Little Luna nearly cried when she saw this, not for her lack of flowers, but because she feared they had been hurt. She sniffled quietly as she went to the plant, closing her eyes and wishing it would be okay. She hardly reacted as Wolpertinger came up beside her, only shifting to lean her weight against him.
“Little Loon,” he said gently, brushing tears from her eyes, “your soul is good, and heart is sweet. But my dear, you need not cry for these flowers, for they are stronger than you’d think, tougher than they appear.” He gave a moment for Luna to look up at him, and listen, before continuing, voice soft as dandelion fluff. “My Little Loon, maybe today these flowers simply cannot bloom, maybe the rain was just too strong for them, and they need rest. But sweet Luna, you must know, the rain and hardships? They are necessary. They will happen, but they can be overcome. It may take time, but when it happens, you’ll find something even more amazing- for after rain these flowers bloom more vibrant than ever before.”
And with that sentence he picked her up and began to walk with her back the way they came, smiling as the sky began to drizzle. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, happy that Luna didn’t seem sad anymore. She was still young, but he knew she’d begin to understand the lessons he taught her. If he couldn’t teach her to play with flowers, as the weather was not so perfect... well, he’d just have to teach her to dance in the rain.