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[too much spring; steve]
Apr. 6th, 2020 02:35 pmAt some point, Ygritte begins to really understand the fact that Spring does truly come to Darrow each year, and more than that, Spring only grows bolder and greener every day. Warmer, too, and with the promise, she realizes, of actual Summer, which is something she's not sure she can even think about, not yet. Standing in the park in Spring, warm enough that she doesn't even need her jacket, she finds she's overwhelmed by it all.
Sitting herself down on soft grass, she's digging her phone out of her pocket, when a sight out of the corner of her eye becomes too much to ignore.
The idea of flowers isn't new, but there are so many, looking for all the world like colorful cups to drink from. When Ygritte runs her fingertips over the bright red petals, a tiny fuzzy creature flies out. He's yellow and black and not a terribly good flier, she thinks.
"Hello," she says, and tries to touch the soft fur on the little-- is it a bird? She's not sure, but it somehow bites her, leaving her with a painful, swollen fingertip. Even worse, the creature drops down onto new black sneakers she'd bought, clearly dead and stiff on the canvas.
It's not panic that has her dialing Steve, and asking him to come to the park, but it's close. "There's too much Spring," she says, but describes her location, and then waits. She can't quite shake the feeling that the little flying thing wouldn't be dead but for her.
Sitting herself down on soft grass, she's digging her phone out of her pocket, when a sight out of the corner of her eye becomes too much to ignore.
The idea of flowers isn't new, but there are so many, looking for all the world like colorful cups to drink from. When Ygritte runs her fingertips over the bright red petals, a tiny fuzzy creature flies out. He's yellow and black and not a terribly good flier, she thinks.
"Hello," she says, and tries to touch the soft fur on the little-- is it a bird? She's not sure, but it somehow bites her, leaving her with a painful, swollen fingertip. Even worse, the creature drops down onto new black sneakers she'd bought, clearly dead and stiff on the canvas.
It's not panic that has her dialing Steve, and asking him to come to the park, but it's close. "There's too much Spring," she says, but describes her location, and then waits. She can't quite shake the feeling that the little flying thing wouldn't be dead but for her.
