Oh, hello! I'm the Spring Sprite- I go by many, many names!
Why, there's Breeza, Maya, Persephone, Freya, Spring, Backpack, the-annoying-green-child, Mountain's Flower...Er-
But do, please call me the Sprite Titania, if that helps you to name me at all.
I am the embodiment of Growth, of Life, of Spring, Rebirth, Green, Plants, Flowers, Animals- Why, my best friend is the Elk!
I'm not fond of the Firebird, or beings of destruction, but I'm very resilient-
I assure you, it'd be hard to chase me away forever.
Does this apply? I don’t remember if I have the capacity for this feeling.
Everything just makes me feel tired now, when I try to focus anger onto anyone. Anything. I don’t think I can do it- It exhausts me, it makes me ill…
Though, I do hold some strength in the pit of my mind, just for you. For your actions. What you had done in a moment of anger and of power, in an instant of insecurity of poisoned heart!
It is not you I hate entirely. It could never come to that. I could never bring myself to that level, not to the level on which you had placed yourself one bitter evening after another— No, no. I don’t think I could bring myself to do that. Not from the real depths of my heart.
But what you had done?
What you had taken from the innocents, for being innocents, for trying to wander on without a God to fear, to continue living in their peace and silence?
That is what I will hate. That is what I shall forever find the strength to despise.
Perhaps it’s not only hatred, however— I do wonder, if it’s simply a breaking of the heart.
Dear persons I had a crush on;
I miss our tree. I miss your mountain. I miss all the golden eyes you held.
It wouldn’t have ended well.
I hope you are well, and at solace. Things will be better soon. I miss you.