Disclaimer: I do not own MGLN but my girlfriend reckons she should!


Chapter 2

White

Its proboscis is taping the sweet nectar of the bluebell. I briefly close my eyes and imagine the euphoric feeling that this must evoke. I continue to watch in awe at the delicate insect feeding off the delicate flower. My nose is almost touching the flower as I lay on my stomach in the grass. The sun's rays embrace me, caress me and keep me warm. I am fascinated!

I wonder if it hatched with the knowledge that its existence is short.

"You are beautiful nonetheless!"

The all absorbing butterfly flutters its wings seeming to approve of my statement showing me that I am indeed correct. I catch a glimpse of the iridescent colours hidden between folded wings. I gasp in surprise at such hidden beauty, vibrant yet unassuming.

A slight breeze compliments the moment perfectly. The bluebell seems to take life with the help of the wind and sways. The butterfly getting the hint that it is taking too much of the spotlight takes flight. Its little wings beat fast and strong as it flies in an intoxicated manner to the next unsuspecting bluebell. I smile! I am privileged to see the iridescent colours for a millisecond at a time. I sigh contently taking in the smells of the grass, the flowers and my clothes as they have soaked up the warmth the sun so generously gave out.

I roll over onto my back momentarily watching the grass bend from my weight selflessly providing softness to whomever took the time to lie in it. The limitless sky is before me, unhindered 180 degrees of it. I reach out with both my arms and hands pretending I can touch it. Freedom! I loose myself in this feeling. My eyes the colour of the sky loose themselves in its infinity. My slightly dirtied white dress flutters softly with the return of the breeze. I smile imagining the butterfly taking flight again, being made to move to another flower, briefly stealing its lime light until the next gust.

I close my eyes feeling perfectly safe. I let my mind wonder. I let it take my thoughts wherever it so desires.

I think of the butterfly again and remember a story I once heard. A story of a prince who was held captive in a fortress you could only find by following a particular butterfly species as it made its yearly migration in the hundreds and thousands to a seemingly unkown destination. The tricky thing is that apparently this butterfly does not always migrate. No one knew why they sometimes didn't. The story had many gaps in it and I had yet to find a complete version of it. Not that I was really looking in the first place. I often wonder as I do now. Why is this prince locked up in a fortress? Who put the prince there? Wouldn't you notice the imposing mass of a fortress? Why was it that only butterflies knew the location? The prince must be lonely. Has anyone tried to save this fortress prince? But then again would a prince save the prince? No that doesn't sound right. It would have to be a princess. Yes a princess would have to save the prince. Mmmh what kind of person would the princess be then? Maybe that is why no-one has found the fortress. Maybe only a princess can. That would be a funny turn of events wouldn't it? Bye-bye stereotypes.

Ah fairy tales…

…but don't all tales have some sort of truth to them?

I will ask Hayate this week-end. Maybe she knows more.

To be continued…