Lady/Princess Wynter – Grace
Cherry Blossom (flower elf) – Julia
Rinna Clearwater (water elf) – Elizabeth the 2nd
It was a lovely Fall day in Elfwyld when the Ladies gathered. Flame colored leaves carpeted the ground, and squirrels were busy hiding their nuts. The mysterious and elusive Queen Elaina of the Four Seasons had summoned the Ladies Fleurette, Sommar, Autumn and Wynter to the yearly council. The first part of the council would be the formal recognition of the Ladies becoming Princesses of their respective seasons. The second part would be what most of the councils were: discussing how long and dramatic each season would be, among other things. Queen Elaina was invisibly there, few knew how. In her stead, the gnome Eegrek would preside.
Hidden behind a large urn, the two young elves Cherry Blossom (a flower elf) and Rinna Clearwater (a water elf) were waiting intently for the Ladies. Actually, Rinna was waiting, and she had dragged Cherry Blossom along. “I don’t even want to see those ladies in all their frippery and finery.” grumbled Cherry. “Oh shush. You’re just better at containing your excitement.” Rinna countered, not bothering to look back at Cherry. Cherry muttered, “Look, there’s Posie.” She pointed to a dark haired elf who was walking by.
“You’ll give away our hiding spot!” Rinna scolded, “If we want to see anything, we have to stay out of earshot. Most people would love to have two errand-runners. And I am so curious!” Cherry quieted.
Lady Wynter stared out of her carriage. Today she’d take her mother’s place as the Winter Princess. She closed her eyes, remembering their last talk, right before her parents were called away on a mission far off in their land.
“Mother? Something strange happened.”
“What is it?”
“Ice and snow keep coming and floating around me. I can move the it, just by thinking about it!”
“This is such good news! Teri, you have inherited my powers. You will be the next Winter Princess.”
“But that’s your job!”
“It’s natural, little crystal. When another elf gains season powers, that’s a signal to the current Prince/Princess that he/she needs to step down. It’s been this way for centuries, a part of our Oath. One day, you’ll step down and let another gifted elf take your place.”
Wynter fought the childish tears of disappointment that welled behind her eyes. Her parents had promised to come, but wouldn’t be able to until at least tomorrow. They wouldn’t see her become a Princess. She straightened. Now, she had to carry on her Mother’s job.
“Lady Wynter? We’re here.”
So, I’m starting a photo story series! Do you recognize Rinna and Cherry? 🙂
What do you think of this first part? Maybe it wasn’t too interesting, with all the details. Feedback would be appreciated!
❤ , IrishAG