Branwen, Queen of Spring, emerged from her blossom, fresh and
renewed. She was the joy and light of the city. She was every park, every
beach, every flower on every window sill. Her wings unfolded, glittering
brightly. She prepared herself for the joy she would bring, as she would dance
from person to person, bringing love and rainbows and…
Eyes glared down at her. Deep, Dark, and Pitiless. The Mayor
frowned at Branwen.
“NOT THIS TIME, YOUNG LADY. GET INDOORS -RIGHT- NOW.”
Branwen, Queen of Spring, clutched her chest breathing
rapidly as she hid in the birdhouse by Lincoln Park.
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