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[archer_in_green]

Magical Elven picnic in the park.

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[flame_archer]

[Flame dances between the trees, his hair streaming behind him, laughing happily]

[soothestheburn]

[Vera laughs again, brightly. When he spins her this time, tiny flowers spring up in the grass at their feet.] A goddess? You flatter me.

[flame_archer]

Spring goddess, [Flame repeats laughing, soft flames of sunlight dancing in his hair.] Wild beauty of the Wild places.

[soothestheburn]

Borrowed beauty, [Vera corrects him.] Reflecting what is within the Earth already, and nothing without it. As all her children are, wouldn't you say?

[flame_archer]

All beauty is borrowed, m'lady. [Flame smiles] All seasons pass and are born again. It does not mean we shouldn't celebrate beauty in all places we find it. In the flames of Summer, the colours of Autumn, the sleep of Winter and the blessing of Spring.

[soothestheburn]

And if I'm not used to being celebrated, kind sir? [she teases a little, eyes sparkling with mirth]

[flame_archer]

Then clearly you need more practice at it. [He wraps his arms around her waist and spinning her around with a golden laugh.]

[soothestheburn]

[She holds onto his shoulders to steady herself as they spin.] Are you volunteering, then?

[flame_archer]

[Flame smiles and writhes them in dancing flames, crowning her in gold and red. The flames feel like the lick of sunlight on her skin, like the sun that warms the blooms to fruit.] I worship thee, Spring Queen.

[soothestheburn]

[Vera's eyes go wide with surprise.] Oh!

[When she realizes that the flames aren't hurting, her expression changes to one of delight, and she impulsively kisses Flame on the cheek.] Thank you, dear. [giggle] I don't know if that's the proper thing to say, but thank you so much.

[flame_archer]

[Flame laughs and returns the kiss.] Let me serve you sweet wine, goddess. Let the pixies bring you fruit and cakes and lay them at your feet.