A/N: Prompt 62: Spring. Have a fluffly little oneshot about how much Merlin likes spring.
It's spring!
Of all the seasons, spring was undoubtedly Merlin's favourite. When the trees in the forests around Camelot bloomed with new buds and there was the constant chirping of birds. Sure, summer was warm but often it was stifling and had none of spring's crispness. Autumn was beautiful, with the falling of leaves in bright patterns of reds, golds and browns but the wind whipped through the stone courtyards and tugged at Merlin's hair with icy fingers. Spring breezes never did that. And winter was cold, stormy and dangerous when the paved floors shone with ice, sending men and horses head over heels. No, spring was certainly the best time for Merlin. Arthur liked it too. All the best tournaments were held in spring, like the melee and the jousting. It always kept the king in good spirits when he was where he belonged, on horseback, weapon in his hand.
With a content sigh, as the soft breeze ruffled his clothes, Merlin nodded to himself as he carried Gaius's medicine bag back indoors to him. Spring but Gaius in a good mood too; all the best herbs grew in spring. With the winter chill leaving Camelot, all the plants were growing again, blooming in the forests and Gaius no longer had to rely on his stores of herbs for medical needs. He had sent Merlin out to fetch some that morning and to be honest, Merlin didn't mind. He would be back in time to serve his royal highness breakfast. Bounding up the stone steps towards Gaius's chambers, Merlin had more spring in his step than usual and he was even humming a little (off key, of course). He entered Gaius's chambers with a smile, handing the medical bag to the old physician.
"What's got you all smiley?" he asked, raising one brow. Merlin shrugged.
"It's spring!" And then he was off again to fetch breakfast for Arthur.
As he woke Arthur with his usual 'rise and shine, sire!' tactfully avoiding the pillow thrown his way, Merlin tutted.
"Come on, Arthur, it's a beautiful day and you're meant to go on patrol with the guards this morning." Arthur glared blearily and sat up.
"What's got you all excited?" Merlin grinned.
"It's spring!" And then he was hurrying away again, leaving a plate of fruit and cheese on Arthur's table for his breakfast.
Whilst he was fetching Arthur's sword so he could go on guard duty, Merlin was whistling. Gwaine paused at the door of the armoury.
"Thought you were strangling a cat!" the knight joked and Merlin grinned.
"Arthur's got patrol," he explained, holding up the sword.
"That doesn't explain you're overexcitement," Gwaine pointed out shrewdly. Merlin cocked his head.
"It's spring!" And then he was away again.
All day, anyone who bumped into Merlin and questioned his mood received the same two word answer. It's spring. And by the time the sun was setting, all of Camelot could feel it too.