❀ [Voice] ❀

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I am the daughter of earth and water.
And the nursling of the sky.
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores.
I change but I cannot die.

[Sprite's voice is melodious and sweet. At the end of the second line, she even whispers like the wind.]

The season feels too late.
Should I have been awoken?

[OOC: After seeing this, I think Sprite does have a voice. Expect her to speak in riddles, though. She is one with nature and has no use for cities or technology.

Credit for the first part of this entry goes to Disney.]

Comments

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Why were you sleeping?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I slumber when ice covers the land.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

So...you hibernate in the winter? Why?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I am not needed.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

What do you do in the other seasons?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I watch others tend to my creations.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Your creations?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I cover the land with color.
Green grass, golden flowers, blossoming trees...

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

You...make them?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I do.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

That's...incredible...