#verdantxcircle

WITHOUT A NEED FOR THE USUAL FANFARE, the Earth sovereign's presence is announced with just the slightest tinge of ozone in the air and a brief, warm breeze. It is spring, here -- time of rebirth, or renewal, of new beginnings and of LIFE. Ignorant souls might therefore balk at the presence of Death here, among flowering fields, among the brightness of spring's bloom and air bursting with pollen.

“ THAT'S A POOKA, my dear bitch. ” 

Oh, her dear old dad would BALK at the crude language so casually leaving his baby girl's mouth. He'd then lament about hanging around SHADY kids with questionable intentions and a terrible influence on his daughter's decorum. ( Mind you, the original bad influence was probably her mother. )

But there is nothing NEW here, nothing out of the ordinary for Mother Nature – for she is speaking with one of her oldest companions. An entity that has been with her from the beginning, in one form or another, when the first primitive forms of life expired and succumbed to entropy, starting the ancient CYCLE.

Her mirror, her tether, her keeper of BALANCE. 

Death. 

“ Surely you'd have met? He's the steward of SPRING. E. Aster Bunnymund, last of the Pooka, Guardian of Hope. ” 

Seraphina pauses, glancing toward the other woman. An amused head tilt and a smirk follow.