Corrupted Glade

Aster yawned widely, stretching from her resting place in a blooming flower. She grinned and extended her wings to catch the morning sun. Spring was finally here!

It was always such a pain to give the glade over to those winter tramps every year, they always left behind a complete mess. Fingers crossed for global warming, Aster leapt from her sleeping place and flew up to meet the others playing in the warm sunlight.

A swarm of butterfly-winged fey flipped and danced around each other, calling out names and greetings after the long sleep. Aster knew most of them but was surprised there weren't more. Could she have woken so early? Searching the crowd, her eyes fell upon a dark patch at the far end of the glade. She rolled her eyes exasperatedly, "damn winter fey".

Someone was getting an earful over how much work it would take to restore the glade. Granted, it would probably just be her friends, but still. Speaking of which, where was everyone? Barely a tenth of the local fey were flying around. Twisting her lips, she searched the flowerbed below for familiar faces and immediately found a target.

Daisy was just emerging from her sleep, stretching her arms above her head in a familiar yawn, when Aster tackled her back into the flower with a "oof!" and a swirling puff of pollen. Giggling, they wrestled playfully with each other before collapsing side-by-side, exhausted. They studied each other as they caught their breath: Daisy seemed... prettier. Which was really weird considering neither of them had aged or changed at all for over a decade. There was something just so... nice about her slanted eyes, her slender frame, those alluring lips... Daisy seemed to be regarding Aster with the same confusion and... hunger?