Spring: Changes
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG or Danny Phantom.
So, apparently, Mother Nature dropped by while I was out and left a stack of leaves, though I think she could have borrowed pen and paper from Katherine or Ombric, had she thought about it. Unfortunately, each leaf will crumble to dust once the story written on it has been told.
I've also been forbidden by Mother Nature to tamper with the story as it has already unfolded, so unfortunately, there won't be a rewrite, but in a few weeks, I will begin wrapping up the adventures of our beloved Spring Seasonal. While no new adventures have sprung up, each leaf does either flesh out an existing shorter adventure (of which at three of these leaves show they are) or may tell a bit of an origin tale of our beloved Seasonals or the fate of any we have met thus far. Not many, I am afraid, for there are only 20 leaves on my desk. After that, Pitch will draw a shadow on my tale.
*IBY means In Between Years and may take place at any point in time.
IBY 7: Mother's Observation: Jackson Overland
A woman with long black hair twisted up in to a bun and forest green eyes walked through the tiny settlement of Hawthorne, Pennsylvania. She had a regal air about her; she was tall and wore a gray gown with a cloud-like embroidered border on the sleeves and edges of her bodice. Covering her head and body was a dark brown woolen cloak. Unlike other Immortals, she could be seen without being believed in, if she wanted to.
"Miss Pitchner, Miss Pitchner!" came an all too familiar voice of one of the town's children, as she paused on the street corner. She turned and caught the child before he ran into her.
"Calm yourself, Master Overland," she chided. "What didst you have to show me?" She didn't believe in using proper thees and thous as some people in this era did, preferring to stick to the accents and rhythms of the Golden Age.
He grinned widely, showing the gap where his upper front teeth were missing. "They fell out this morning while I was breaking my fast."
"Then if you want Toothiana to leave you a gift, Jackson..." here she paused. "Do you remember what to do?"
"I know," he answered excitedly. "I gotta remember the ritual."
She smiled and tousled his messy brown hair. "Just try not to keep awake so late trying to see her."
Jackson Overland laughed merrily. "That's a brilliant idea, Miss Pitchner. Thank you! Wait until I tell Emma!" With that, he turned heel and ran back the way he came.
Seraphina covered her head with the hood of her cloak, which had fallen off in a stray gust of wind. "What do you think, Kari?"
He would make a wonderful addition to our family.
"But what season?" she murmured.
A light to shine in the darkest months?
"My frost child," Seraphina mused as she waited for a cart and horse to pass before resuming her walk across the street. "A good heart and a love of fun. I will have to talk to Lunar about this."
Your father would not approve.
"Leave my father to me," she snapped, startling the baker as he was locking up his shop for the evening.
"Miss Pitchner, are you alright?" he asked her, frowning in concern.
She smiled back in response. "I am sorry, Mr. Thompson. I am musing over a family matter. Good evening, and do not worry about me."
"If you say so," he said, shaking his head.
A small lake in the woods marked the edge of the tiny settlement where Seraphina had set up a small cottage nearby. Often, she watched the village children swim or skate here in the summer and winter months, collect acorns in the fall for the village's famous acorn bread which they traded in the nearby city of Ryde, and various other activities.
Regardless of what the local parish priest thought, Mother Nature was not a witch.