The heart of summer... What a terrifying time of year.
The heat itself radiating from the scorching sun high above the sky is distracting in itself, for it required all May's strength and focus simply to keep the chilly atmosphere around her. "What is so terribly wrong about an eternal winter?" She mumbled as she stood by the window of their house, her eyes lingering on the sunlight that shined down with much force in the light of day. The blue dress resembling icy flower petals hung loose from her shoulders, her light blonde hair fixed with a simple clip, May looked just as she ever looked throughout the year. The cold didn't bother her, but the heat most definitely did.
"Summer," She turned her head from the window in which she has been staring at for the entire morning along with a part of the afternoon. Such inaction is not at all unfamiliar to May, who has always radiated a calm and serene mood wherever she walked-Even on the day of the Summer Solstice. "Summer?" Her voice rang throughout the little apartment the two twins lived in, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light from the window, looking for her other half.
Nothing. The silence was deafening, but it was not unexpected. It was her brother's time of year after all. With light footsteps, she twirled a piece of her hair in her hands, turning toward the door, her hand hesitating on the doorknob. However hot it is outside of the apartment, as long as she focused, the heat would not dare touch her skin. She closed her eyes, took a sharp breath as she pulled open the wooden door, the heat immediately blasting into the house she just cooled down. However, the gust of warm air split around her, avoiding her presence as it rushed into the door, her skin remaining the usual temperature, cool to touch.
May was never one for modern technology, and thus will resort to finding her other half through old-fashioned means. He wouldn't be hard to find, simply find the busiest faerie on the block. She rolled her eyes slightly at the thought, continuing her strides as she turned out the door. The festival was definitely not far from their apartment, seeing that they chose the location simply for the year-round festivals that goes on within the Teraton community. While each year, the faerie community takes much delight from solstices, the summer and winter faeries are often at each other's throats during their own solstice.
It didn't take more than five minutes for May to stare at the festive lights already up before her eyes, the colors of which were no doubt chosen by the faerie community themselves, extravagant to the eyes. "It needs something more, wouldn't you think so?" A familiar voice rang behind her ears as she turned to stare into the cool blue eyes of another winter faerie, Heath, but he was much taller and it strained May's neck to even look up at him. "It is not our time of the year to decide," Her voice responded in a chilly tone, much out of place within the cheerful atmosphere of the Summer Solstice. "Always the cold little faerie, aren't you, May." Heath continued on despite her tone, scrunching up her hair as he gave the top of her head a small rub. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the motion, reaching her hands up to swat away his. Her tiny size was always something for others to pick on. "Where's your brother? I'm sure he's having fun." Nearly the entire faerie community knew of the two twins of seemingly opposite everything. "Summer's in the heart of summer," A slight playful tone rang in her voice as she spoke the riddle. She said something but it was next to nothing, and Heath shook his head at her words, giving her a slight push on the back. "As I thought, it's useless asking you for information." And with a grin, the winter faerie was off, merging with the rest of the happy festival.
It does need something more, doesn't it..
May's eyes darted up to the lights, the temperature around her suddenly lowering to one that was determined by her brother to be very uncomfortable to the average being living in Teraton. The lights above her shone with a strange gleam before a thin layer of ice clouded over the bulb. The ice twisted slightly, morphing into tiny ice flower petals. Within seconds, the lights above her all shone with the strange icy gleam, the flower petals shone with bright colors.
Now that that was done. It was probably time for some mischievous doings of a typical faerie. But first, she must find her other half.