The sun rose, coating the standing stone with golden light, melting the last few ice crystals lodged in the ancient carvings. Inside the granite monolith, the spirit stretched and yawned. “Your turn.” It called out as it curled up. “Winter’s over.”
The breeze took up the spirit’s voice and delivered it to a nearby Apple Tree. The dryad stuck her head out of the trunk and took a deep breath of fresh air. “It’s time. Everyone wake up!”
The buds on the apple tree began to shed their fuzzy coating, the Snowdrops scattered in the grass at the tree’s roots burst into bright white flowers. The Snowdrop fairy tidied the petals and then dropped to the ground to check on her sister, the Camellia Fairy who was having trouble persuading the flowers to open on her bush.
As the sun rose, the camellia blooms popped open. From a nearby burrow, a young rabbit poked his nose out of the front door, then hopped out onto the grass, sniffing at the Snowdrop fairy as she flew past him.
“Stop that.” She scolded. “I haven’t got time to play at the moment.”
The dryad stepped out of her tree and stretched, before bending down and scooping the rabbit up into her arms. “You’ve grown a lot over the winter.” She said, scratching behind his ears.
“What do you expect him to do? Shrink?” A voice said and she turned around.
The Messenger of Spring sat behind her, washing his long ears.