Spring Breezies [Shylette]

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Ahh...spring. A pretty popular season for most breezies, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. Lots of blooming flowers, warmer weather, gentle breezes to carry you around, for a few months of the year the world was a paradise for breezies. Well, except maybe for all the rain. Rain isn't so fun when you're less than a foot tall. In fact, it was because of rain that Sirocco was on his current quest: to find shelter. Storm clouds were coming closer, so Sirocco rode on the breeze to some nearby woods to find a nice log or nook in a tree to hide in until the rain was over. Back in the desert, what little rain there was was practically praised by the local breezies because of how important it was. Of course, it rained so little there that drowning in it was pretty much impossible. Such a luxury was not seen here; before he experienced spring in a temperate climate before, Sirocco had never considered that it was possible to have too much rain. Finding a nice branch to rest on and scout out shelter from, Sirocco grabbed it with a hoof and steadied himself on top of it, trying to fold his wings down so he wouldn't be blown away by the wind. His antennae twitched in anticipation, as if expecting something to suddenly jump out and attack him at any moment. He stood still and investigated his surroundings, watching for both a good hiding spot and for potential predators.

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To say that Shylette was caught out by the storm was kind of an oversimplification. It was, in fact, quite complicated. She had been aware of the rain clouds rolling in, and she had been making herself quite an effective little shelter from an upturned coffee cup some pony had hidden in a window box of geraniums. The cup had a huge triangular chip knocked out of it, making it possible to squeeze in and out of it. She had just finished lining the "floor" of her shelter with geranium leaves and was looking for some handy pebbles to weigh the edges of the leaves down so they wouldn't curl up too much. She spotted a container of white cubes on a table nearby and she thought those might do, if she carried them one at a time. Floating over, she managed to dislodge one from the pile and lift it. It was sandy textured, and smelled ...actually, it smelled very good, very sweet. She set the block down and looked at it doubtfully. She didn't know anything that looked like a cube of sand and yet was good to eat. She leaned forward and gave it a a tentative lick. It was like a miracle in her mouth! It was sweeter than honey! It made her see sparkles and rainbows and flowers! It filled her with a rush of energy! It was solid sweetness! Shylette was about to try and shove as much of the sugar cube into her mouth as she could fit, when a sudden instinct, made her freeze. It was like a creature being stalked, knowing something terrible is about to happen, but not yet knowing in what direction the danger lies. There was a dreadful rushing noise, and Shylette was caught in one of those cold blasts of wind that always presage a thunderstorm. Whisked off her feet and sent spinning into the air, the world whirled away and all sense of direction was lost, like her precious sugarcube. Something hard, but springy, slammed into her midsection suddenly and the butterfly pony clung to it desperately. The world spun around giddily for a moment, then began to settle. Gradually, Shylette became aware of a feeling of warmth. She blinked hard a couple times, and looked up in shock and amazement at Sirocco, who was the hard, yet springy, object she had collided with!