In the Enchanted Forest, spring doesn't begin with the melting of the snow...
He begins when she opens her eyes.
The Spring Elf is one of the kingdom's most luminous creatures.
Her fair skin and gentle gaze seem made of diffused light, like a morning still damp with dew.
Her gestures are so delicate that even the petals land on her without a sound.
She hardly ever talks... but nature listens.
She has always communicated with birds.
Robins, chickadees and robins land directly on her fingers.
She listens to them like an old story you don't want to interrupt.
They reveal the wind's paths, the first blooms, the still-secret nests.
it's the ancient language of winged beings, a gift mastered only by the spirits of spring.
Butterflies don't talk to her.
They dance for her.
Swirling around her pink dress, settling on her braided hair, vibrating with light magic.
They recognize her as the Guardian of the Metamorphoses:
the one that accompanies beings between what they are... and what they will become.
Each flutter of the wings creates an invisible spark that only the children of spring can perceive.
Then one day, the entire forest froze in brilliant silence:
the Spring Elf was expecting a child.
The flowers opened as she passed, the birds sang louder.
Butterflies gathered around his belly as if to bless him.
Even pregnant, she exudes an almost sacred sweetness.
Her round belly became the center of spring.
Then came the surprise that only magic could predict...
She gave birth to two twins :
a boy and a girl.
They were born tiny, delicate, their pointed ears still supple, their eyelids trembling...
And their backs already bore the mark of their heritage:
small transparent wings, first folded, then quivering.
They inherited a unique gift:
➡️ the ability to transform into a butterfly at will.
When they feel safe, loved or excited, hop - their bodies dissolve in pink or blue light and recompose themselves as luminous butterflies.
They have inherited this power from their mother... but amplified by the magic of spring.
To protect her children, the Spring Elf has created unique cradles:
🌸 in roses open like shells, where the little one rests in the form of a butterfly or infant
🍃 with woven leaves, perfect for the little boy in the foam hat
🍄 red amanitas which serve as temporary beds when the twins doze off while playing
🌸 hanging purple flowers, magical hammocks
Each cocoon is alive:
it gently closes when the baby falls asleep and opens as soon as it moves a wing.
Thanks to this, the twins can rest, transform, disappear and return at any time - always protected.
The Spring Elf and her two children now form an inseparable trio.
They are often seen together:
she, soothed, sits at the edge of a field of flowers...
and they, alternately sleeping babies or fluttering butterflies around her.
She doesn't run the season.
She is spring.
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