Someday, treasure the moments you're given/
Feel how they flow/
For the magic lives in the moments you're living/
See how they go/
Magic, magic be with you each morning/
Each evening, too/
For the magic, magic is in every moment/
Even in you.
Amthy was still, painfully still; poised like a cat waiting to pounce. Her body vibrated with a distinct need to move. She wanted to flutter and flit, glide and dip. She fought that need with an exercise of will. Upon winter-pale skin, rainbow iridescence swirled. The layer of latent pixie dust jumped and sparked. Golden motes of magic skipped across her exposed skin to settle anew or shed with adventurous exuberance onto the ground.
Her time was coming.
She could feel the building momentum of magic in the air and in the ground beneath her. Her Wind Sibs cried with the knowledge. They wailed their longing and pulled on the curtains of Ardane?s great room. They carried on their backs their sorrow, and a dusting of snow flurries. Who would herald the spring? It was the same question every turn since she gained her shell.
Her Wind Sibs weren?t the only ones competing for her attention. If she concentrated, she was aware a tickle of power in her veins. Amthy knew that far from town, deep within the mountains, the sap had begun to move within an aged oak tree. Hibernation would soon end. Life would start again. The world would wake.
Click. Clack. Boot heels on hard wood. Amthy?s muscles bunched and she recalled herself. The foot falls came closer and then paused. She shifted minutely on her perch. Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth. She didn?t even dare to breathe through her nose. A minute?long and tedious?ticked away and the foot falls did not resume.
Nor had she heard them retreat.
Unblinking tsavorite-green eyes shifted. Her confusion flowed easily into curiosity. She threw possibilities around in her head. It was an oddity and it needed to be investigated, but to do so would expose herself. Lightly, she gnawed on the inside of her lower lip. The air around her warmed with the scent of ginger. The not-knowing was worse than staying still. It went completely contrary to her nature.
Amthy swung her head down. The length of her gradient green hair fell forward to dangle in the space between her perch and the floor. She tried to do it covertly, but there just wasn?t any camouflaging her presence at that point.
?Boo!? Cayt cried.
?Aiiie!? Amthy yelped and half fell from the ledge she was perched upon. She scrambled to regain her composure. Cayt laughed at her predicament and grabbed her foot. The nymph lashed about as her sister tickled her. ??m gonna fall!? She squeaked and laughed at the same time.
?It?s not that far,? Cayt returned as she continued to tickle her.
?It?ll still hurt!? Amthy cried back as she yanked her foot back?mostly because Cayt allowed her to.
?Silly,? Cayt smirked. ?It?s what you get for trying to surprise me. How long did it take you to get up there anyway?? She tipped back her head and tried to gauge the distance between the floor, the nearest piece of furniture, and the narrow ledge Amthy had squeezed herself onto. ?I don?t think people were ever intended to be up there.? Emerald eyes narrowed. ?Can you get down??
Amthy puffed out her cheeks. ?I dunno,? she answered.
?I?m going to time you and see how long it takes you to get down.?
?You aren?t going to help me??
?Starting now.? Cayt pointed a finger at Amthy as she made note of the time on the mantel.
Amthy looked side to side and shifted her weight. Tentatively, she extended one leg off the ledge and looked for a hand hold. Unsatisfied, she retracted and coiled back on the ledge. She tried again, extending herself at a different angle. Amthy tried to recall the nooks and crannies she had used to get up there, but their locations eluded her for the moment.
?Been three minutes,? Cayt informed her as she crossed her arms over her chest. ?Should I get my magazine??
Amthy razzed her tongue at Cayt. ?No.?
?Hey, since you?re here, Hedwig wanted to know what kind of cake you wanted for your birthday.?
Green eyes focused on the silvery-blonde. Greed sparkled in the depth of her gaze and flowed across her features. ?Chantilly cream.? She hooked her fingers over a piece of molding and slowly eased one foot down, pressing her toes against the wall.
?If you leave foot prints, you?re cleaning them,? Cayt said as she watched Amthy?s snail-like progress. ?What kind of fruit??
?Berries an? banana,? Amthy chirped in excitement as she started to lower herself down. Her other leg joined the first and she started to make promising progress back to the floor. That was before she hit a snag, and was caught somewhere between with her arms halfway extended.
?You doing okay there??
?No,? Amthy squawked. ??m stuck.?
Cayt laughed and sighed as she walked down under her heart sister. ?Jump, I?ll catch you.? It wasn?t like Amthy had far to go. Luckily, the nymph was light.
Amthy squeezed her eyes closed and then peered at Cayt and closed them again. ?Promise to get me a nice present tomorrow??
?Yes,? Cayt grinned. ?I promise. Though I really don?t know what birthday presents have to do with it.?
Amthy laughed and launched herself awkwardly at Cayt. Her trust was there, and it ran along the link between them. She exhaled with an ?omph? when she fell into Cayt?s arms. It wasn?t a graceful moment, but it was one without broken bones or bruises?at least to Amthy. ?It doesn?.? She admitted.
?Ow! That was my eye,? Cayt barked as Amthy?s limbs went every which place. She closed her now watering eye and helped Amthy to her feet. ?Were you even stuck to begin with?? Cayt rubbed her palm to her face
?Ahh,? Amthy drawled out noncommittally. ??s your eye okay?? She bounced on tiptoes. ??m gonna get you some ice.?
?Amthy you wait just a minute!? Cayt called but the nymph was already running for the perceived safety of the kitchen.
((lyrics: Magic Be With You from Fraggle Rock))
Feel how they flow/
For the magic lives in the moments you're living/
See how they go/
Magic, magic be with you each morning/
Each evening, too/
For the magic, magic is in every moment/
Even in you.
Amthy was still, painfully still; poised like a cat waiting to pounce. Her body vibrated with a distinct need to move. She wanted to flutter and flit, glide and dip. She fought that need with an exercise of will. Upon winter-pale skin, rainbow iridescence swirled. The layer of latent pixie dust jumped and sparked. Golden motes of magic skipped across her exposed skin to settle anew or shed with adventurous exuberance onto the ground.
Her time was coming.
She could feel the building momentum of magic in the air and in the ground beneath her. Her Wind Sibs cried with the knowledge. They wailed their longing and pulled on the curtains of Ardane?s great room. They carried on their backs their sorrow, and a dusting of snow flurries. Who would herald the spring? It was the same question every turn since she gained her shell.
Her Wind Sibs weren?t the only ones competing for her attention. If she concentrated, she was aware a tickle of power in her veins. Amthy knew that far from town, deep within the mountains, the sap had begun to move within an aged oak tree. Hibernation would soon end. Life would start again. The world would wake.
Click. Clack. Boot heels on hard wood. Amthy?s muscles bunched and she recalled herself. The foot falls came closer and then paused. She shifted minutely on her perch. Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth. She didn?t even dare to breathe through her nose. A minute?long and tedious?ticked away and the foot falls did not resume.
Nor had she heard them retreat.
Unblinking tsavorite-green eyes shifted. Her confusion flowed easily into curiosity. She threw possibilities around in her head. It was an oddity and it needed to be investigated, but to do so would expose herself. Lightly, she gnawed on the inside of her lower lip. The air around her warmed with the scent of ginger. The not-knowing was worse than staying still. It went completely contrary to her nature.
Amthy swung her head down. The length of her gradient green hair fell forward to dangle in the space between her perch and the floor. She tried to do it covertly, but there just wasn?t any camouflaging her presence at that point.
?Boo!? Cayt cried.
?Aiiie!? Amthy yelped and half fell from the ledge she was perched upon. She scrambled to regain her composure. Cayt laughed at her predicament and grabbed her foot. The nymph lashed about as her sister tickled her. ??m gonna fall!? She squeaked and laughed at the same time.
?It?s not that far,? Cayt returned as she continued to tickle her.
?It?ll still hurt!? Amthy cried back as she yanked her foot back?mostly because Cayt allowed her to.
?Silly,? Cayt smirked. ?It?s what you get for trying to surprise me. How long did it take you to get up there anyway?? She tipped back her head and tried to gauge the distance between the floor, the nearest piece of furniture, and the narrow ledge Amthy had squeezed herself onto. ?I don?t think people were ever intended to be up there.? Emerald eyes narrowed. ?Can you get down??
Amthy puffed out her cheeks. ?I dunno,? she answered.
?I?m going to time you and see how long it takes you to get down.?
?You aren?t going to help me??
?Starting now.? Cayt pointed a finger at Amthy as she made note of the time on the mantel.
Amthy looked side to side and shifted her weight. Tentatively, she extended one leg off the ledge and looked for a hand hold. Unsatisfied, she retracted and coiled back on the ledge. She tried again, extending herself at a different angle. Amthy tried to recall the nooks and crannies she had used to get up there, but their locations eluded her for the moment.
?Been three minutes,? Cayt informed her as she crossed her arms over her chest. ?Should I get my magazine??
Amthy razzed her tongue at Cayt. ?No.?
?Hey, since you?re here, Hedwig wanted to know what kind of cake you wanted for your birthday.?
Green eyes focused on the silvery-blonde. Greed sparkled in the depth of her gaze and flowed across her features. ?Chantilly cream.? She hooked her fingers over a piece of molding and slowly eased one foot down, pressing her toes against the wall.
?If you leave foot prints, you?re cleaning them,? Cayt said as she watched Amthy?s snail-like progress. ?What kind of fruit??
?Berries an? banana,? Amthy chirped in excitement as she started to lower herself down. Her other leg joined the first and she started to make promising progress back to the floor. That was before she hit a snag, and was caught somewhere between with her arms halfway extended.
?You doing okay there??
?No,? Amthy squawked. ??m stuck.?
Cayt laughed and sighed as she walked down under her heart sister. ?Jump, I?ll catch you.? It wasn?t like Amthy had far to go. Luckily, the nymph was light.
Amthy squeezed her eyes closed and then peered at Cayt and closed them again. ?Promise to get me a nice present tomorrow??
?Yes,? Cayt grinned. ?I promise. Though I really don?t know what birthday presents have to do with it.?
Amthy laughed and launched herself awkwardly at Cayt. Her trust was there, and it ran along the link between them. She exhaled with an ?omph? when she fell into Cayt?s arms. It wasn?t a graceful moment, but it was one without broken bones or bruises?at least to Amthy. ?It doesn?.? She admitted.
?Ow! That was my eye,? Cayt barked as Amthy?s limbs went every which place. She closed her now watering eye and helped Amthy to her feet. ?Were you even stuck to begin with?? Cayt rubbed her palm to her face
?Ahh,? Amthy drawled out noncommittally. ??s your eye okay?? She bounced on tiptoes. ??m gonna get you some ice.?
?Amthy you wait just a minute!? Cayt called but the nymph was already running for the perceived safety of the kitchen.
((lyrics: Magic Be With You from Fraggle Rock))