01-26-2019, 10:02 PM
Wander is the only one that just stands there; originally she was going to race off and claim an orange flower than a yellow flower, thinking those would be two of the last because everyone prefers pretty pink and white flowers. Not so! They’re claimed first as horses dash by her with the blooms in their mouth. Of course the pink and white flowers are gone in a flash too. That just leaves the red one, but where can she find one of those if they all withered away?
Her apricot face pulls up into a frown; think Wander think! There must be a red bloom somewhere… so she starts to zig and zag up the rows of flowers, sniffing and looking but so unsuccessful. Not surprising, the meadow moves and a mare goes rushing by with the last color. Wander plops down in the midst of all those remaining and starts to cry. She had tried her hardest! But it just wasn’t good enough.
No - she hadn’t been good enough.
Not quick enough or smart enough.
Maybe she hadn’t wanted it bad enough?
So there she is, crying and all of a sudden through her tears, the flowers begin to shrivel up and die. She springs to her feet and tries to encourage them to seek the sun with her nose, wailing all the while, “No no no! Oh no!” This isn’t fair! The flowers should not have to suffer either. Some have fallen completely over, given way to dust and dirt again as of they’d simply never been. It was like the magic couldn’t sustain them any longer, now that the five must have been delivered to the mountain.
She finds a stream and carries mouthful after mouthful that she dumps on this flower and that, but they just fade away. Soon there is nothing left but piles of petals and dust; crying, she scoops up a mouthful and begins the slow sad walk back to them mountain. Wander cannot meet the fairy’s eyes and is careful not to crush the desired flowers that have already been placed before her. She feels that what she carries is still important too, and so, off to the side, she opens her mouth and spits out the gross mess of petals, saliva, and dust.
“I’m sorry, I tried.” she murmurs mournfully and turns away, head lowered in shame as she picks an unassuming spot in the back of the crowd.