'Seasons' 100-word drabbles - Spring/Summer
This is the beginning of my lame attempt to establish a fanon for Sunny and crew that doesn't float all over the place. Part Two to be posted tomorrow, the computer gods willing.
They hatched in Spring to sunlight and seabreeze, and the sky and the earth and the sandy cove became their playgrounds; theirs and that of all the other hatchlings whose laughter was the music of the season. One watched, one listened - felt and thought, danced and sang - no team would take them, they took no team, and when the winds shifted with the changing they traveled up the north road to the place where their dreams could grow. A miracle kept them together there; its name was Mogolliber, and they agreed to call him Mogi from then on.
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Summer was the time for learning new rhythms: waking up one after the other, first Sunny with the dawn, then Mogi and the others after him, then all sitting down and eating their morning meal; after that, each to their craft, the glassmakers to their studio and the children of one season’s age to their classes; and when Sunny had a day free, she would come to encourage her sister, and likewise. Slowly, day by passing day, they became a family, one of friendly bickering and shared laughter and festival days in place of something so trivial as blood.
A hundred-word limit is really, really hard to stick to. I can now say that from experience.