A Dance of Delight

Chapter 14

The Whispering Woods, once a place so hushed you could hear a dewdrop fall, was now a symphony of giggles. The Glimmer Sprites, their tiny bodies alight with a joy they hadn’t felt in what felt like a hundred years, were having a grand old time. They zipped and zoomed through the trees, their shimmering forms leaving streaks of pure, unadulterated delight in their wake. It was like watching a constellation decide to throw a party.

One sprite, no bigger than Lily’s thumb, with wings like stained glass, tumbled head over heels through a patch of moon-daisies, letting out a peal of laughter that sounded like tiny bells being shaken. Another, whose glow was a vibrant emerald, chased a particularly plump bumblebee, not to catch it, but to tickle its fuzzy backside with a dandelion fluff. The bee, instead of buzzing off in annoyance, seemed to join in the fun, its own low hum taking on a distinctly cheerful note.