Dally laid down on the soft green
grass, propping her chin on her elbows. As she listened to the
chatter of squirrels and singing of birds, she looked to the brush
and saw a butterfly resting on a flower. She stared at it for
several minutes watching it slowly open and close its wings. How
wonderful to be a butterfly she thought to herself rolling over onto
her back and looking up into the blue. Jarl said it was possible to
be anything. He said she had the potential but not the focus. He
said...well, he said a lot of things but she never could listen to
him for very long. She didn't mean to daydream but she just couldn't
help it. No, wait, there was something. Something about
transferring, no, transcending? Oh, shoot. What was it? Maybe
transform? Hmm, who knows. Dally closed her eyes and let her mind
drift. She imagined the butterfly taking off from the flower and
soaring into the air. Flying high up then floating on the wind
drifting for a bit, then flapping its wings to soar once more. As
the warm breeze lifted her higher she opened her eyes and saw clouds
so close she could touch them. She stretched out her hand only to
see an elegant wing. She looked down and saw the grass so far below.
What a beautiful feeling, flying, fluttering, floating. She closed
her eyes and drifted down to a lovely flower. Landing softly on the
petal, she rested, sipping the nectar and enjoying the sunshine. She
opened her eyes to see the blue above her and feel the softness of
the grass below.
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