Heavy Caterpillar

Monday morning, I woke, climbed out of bed and stretched my wings, showered, dressed, and then flew out my window to explore Sharra with my best friend, Abrea.

It was our usual ritual and my favorite time of day, like life stretched itself awake.

All was peaceful and filled with possibilities.

Abrea and I helped a fairy lift a particularly heavy caterpillar onto the branch it intended to use as a home for its chrysalis.

We also assisted an elderly troll in his desperate quest to reach some juicy berries at the top of a rather large tree.

Now we were seated on the stone ledge at the top of the turret closest to my room watching the sun finish its rise.

"Jasmine. Come inside. We have a lot to do today." My mom stuck her head and shoulders out my window near the top of the castle, searching for me. I stifled a laugh as I watched her head turn from side to side. She wouldn't find me though, because I sat directly above her.

I sighed heavily. "Fine."

My mom gasped and cracked her he