Deep in her forest, the ancient dryad dreams of flying. She meets them at its edge, these luminous beings. Fluttering bits of brightly hued gossamer delight her with aerial antics.
A butterfly princess alights on her outstretched hand, acknowledging her queen, then takes flight, joining her sisters in the sky.
This story comes from another Laura prompt: forest, sky, butterfly. I found the picture before I found the story. Initially, I didn’t see anything deeper than an encounter at a forest’s edge. However, I’m reading a fantasy series in which I am reminded of the constraints of leadership, and it leaked into the story, with a queen tied to her duty, while her court enjoys a freedom she does not.
So beautiful!!