Good Morning.
January 1, 2013 - 8:56pm — Apoidea
The morning sun glinted off of dewdrops. Winter's snow was gone and the world shimmered with long-awaited warmth. Sunlight battled fiercely to drive away the cold; to evaporate the last droplets that had once been ice and snow. Still, the great shining ball hid partially behind the horizon upon the stag's waking.
The tingling in each muscle as Awel stretched felt like any other morning, though he had slept particularly well this past night. Maybe it was by the work of the Gods that it happened so. They did like to change the seasons when the nights were deep and long. More likely it was, though, that the stag had fallen into a slumber after finding himself tired by the festivities of New Year. Hnh. The beast rocked to his feet.
Snort.
Confusion. What had happened? Both thrill and dread had befallen the stag, and he was very confused all the same. Head bent, the beast looked at his hooves. Was this a trick of the light? Moss tried to sneeze. Again, an attempt to look himself over. Another attempt at sneezing followed that, and it made him light-headed. Nope, this spell wasn't coming off.
Feeling a bit weird, the stag wandered down to the pond to get a better look at himself. Huff. Each strand of his fur shone with the very same gold of the rays of sunlight. Momentarily Awel turned to chase his own tail. Grunt. His bum was just like a dandelion! The beast chuckled and shook himself off. Oh well, different is good when the New Year comes.
Happy New Year, 
. And may this one be brighter!
-The Gods
