When Magic Speaks - NaNoWriMo 2020✔️

20

Hural and Monmouth, two towns who shared the same valley, had always been blessed by magic. Time could rapidly race or gradually slow, the moon could triumph the sun as though the valley possessed its own solar system. And the seasons could change in the blink of an eye. Normally winters in the valley could last more than half of the year. But this winter was different. That morning when Wiss awoke, birds sang their merry songs in a chaotic cluster and a warmth seeped in through her open window. It reminded her of the cottage. The sun splashed on her face as she squinted one eye open, the quilt on the massive bed sandwiching her as she awoke. Her window open? The breeze warm? With her foggy brain still hovering, Wiss curiously rose from the bed and kept the quilt around her as she approached the open door to her balcony. Sure enough as she peered down at the streets of Monmouth below, the snow seemed to have completely vanished overnight. The valley was green and flourished with the vibrant colours of fully blooming wildflowers, the rooftops dripped with the fresh dew of the morning. The streets were bustling with music and voices, steam rising from the food huts and flowery garlands being hung alongside the fairy lights. Spring had come four months early. 

Wiss's eyes twinkled something brilliant as she drank in the fresh air of the new season - she felt replenished, having completely forgotten about her sadness from the night before. Speaking of the night before, where was Kitt? As Wiss crossed the room to her door she noticed a lovely scent crawling into her room. Food. As she opened the door, her eyes landed on Sharth, dressed in a brand new rosy pink tunic, a large plate of tin trays in hand. It seemed as though they hadn't expected her to be awake so early as they jumped softly in their skin. They smiled brightly up at her as they straightened their back, proudly holding the tray towards her.

"Miss Wiss, good morning!" they chimed.

"Good morning Sharth," she smiled. "You look dashing in your rose shirt."

Sharth blushed immediately, lowering their head bashfully. "Thank you milady. Tis the start of an early spring which is a sign of good luck and bright colours. I found it only fitting. Speaking of new clothes, you'll find some newly tailored dresses in your wardrobe. I hope they'll be to your liking."

Wiss glanced back over at the wardrobe. She hadn't seen or heard anyone come in and deliver anything. Maybe it had been done while she was out or, the more likely answer was that it was a magical wardrobe. She turned back to Sharth, her smile still permanent. "Thank you Sharth."

"I also have this fresh plate of breakfast to deliver to you. The king baked it himself."

As Sharth handed Wiss the plate, the intoxicating smell of apple pie and croissants filled her senses. Her stomach rumbled eagerly. She thanked Sharth as she gladly accepted the meal. "Speaking of Kitt, where is he?"

"Because of the unannounced spring, he had early duties to attend to. He told me to tell you he's sorry for leaving so abruptly but that he will return soon."

Wiss nodded before lifting the tray of what she believed to be holding the croissants. Sure enough, a tray of sugared rolled pastries welcomed the young Quilm and without a second thought she picked one up and handed it to Sharth. Sharth looked confused as their open hands wrapped around the croissant. "For you Sharth, and all of your hard work."

"Oh." Rendered humbly delighted, Sharth immediately took a nibble out of the croissant. And then they took an enormous chomp. Wiss giggled. "Thank you, you are very kind milady," Sharth happily hummed as they trotted down the hall, their face now covered in powdered sugar. Wiss watched them behind her door before walking back inside and taking her tray to the bed. And then she thought. She then took the tray to her balcony instead and took a seat in the patchwork veranda chair, listening to the birds and the towns-trolls as she joyfully consumed her apple pie, croissants and blueberry tea.