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Maidens of Spring

Eleanor Gagnon

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Eleanor—Ellie, as Margaret had always called her—stood on the back porch, staring at the overgrown flower beds. Weeds tangled between forgotten roses, and the lilac bush near the fence drooped slightly, as if mourning the absence of the hands that once tended it. She could almost see her grand-aunt Margaret there, in her wide-brimmed sun hat and linen gloves, kneeling in the dirt with quiet patience. A memory surfaced—one of those slow, golden afternoons of early spring. Ellie, no older than ten, had been kneeling beside Margaret, her small hands pressing a tiny seed into the soil. “How long will it take to grow?” she had asked, scrunching her nose. Margaret had chuckled, gently patting the earth over the seed. “Oh, my Ellie, you must learn to wait. Flowers don’t bloom just because we want them to. They need time, care, and the right season.” Ellie had pouted. “But I don’t like waiting.” “Most people don’t,” Margaret said, wiping her hands on her apron. “But patience is part of the beauty. You can’t rush a rose into blooming, just like you can’t rush yourself into becoming who you’re meant to be.” Ellie had frowned at the dirt, as if willing it to reveal some hidden secret. “So what do I do while I wait?” Margaret had smiled, pressing a gentle hand to Ellie’s shoulder. “You keep tending to it. Water it, make sure it gets sunlight, pull the weeds around it. Even if you don’t see the change right away, something is always happening beneath the surface.” Ellie hadn’t fully understood then, but standing here now, she did. The years had been like a garden—some seasons had been abundant, others harsh and barren. Margaret had taught her not just how to grow flowers, but how to grow herself. Taking a deep breath, Ellie knelt by the lilac bush and ran her fingers over its leaves. “Don’t worry,” she murmured. “I’ll take care of you now.”

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~•𝓛𝔂𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓪 is the gentle yet powerful Guardian of New Life, an eternal protector of all things young and fragile. She watches over the first sprouts that break through the frost, the newborn creatures taking their first steps, and the rivers that flow anew after winter’s thaw. She is neither forceful nor passive—she nurtures but does not control, guiding life’s renewal without interfering with its natural course. Those who seek her blessing may find themselves gifted with fertile lands, safe births, or bountiful harvests. But should they take life thoughtlessly, they may feel the silent sorrow of the earth withdrawing from them.•~ *𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓢* •𝓛 𝓨 𝓢 𝓐 𝓡 𝓐• тнє вℓσσмкєєρєя- Tall and graceful, moving with effortless poise, like a willow swaying in the breeze. A soft, sun-kiss hued skin, with delicate floral patterns shifting across her skin like living tattoos. Luminous green eyes, deep as a forest glade, with golden flecks that shimmer in the light. Cascading waves of deep chestnut hair, woven with vines and tiny blossoms that bloom and wither in a continuous cycle. Kind, yet knowing—her expression carries the wisdom of centuries. Slender but strong build, embodying both nurturing gentleness and resilience. Wears a flowing gown of layered leaves, petals, and woven silks, changing with the seasons—soft pastels in early spring, vibrant greens at its peak, and warm golds as the season wanes. αвιℓιтιєѕ: • Breath of Renewal: With a single touch, she can coax life from barren land, making plants bloom and healing the sick. • Harmony of the Wilds: Animals and creatures instinctively trust her, gathering at her feet as though drawn to the very essence of spring. • Verdant Ward: She can create protective barriers of intertwining vines and blooming flowers, shielding the vulnerable from harm. • Echo of Seasons: She understands the balance of life—if one asks for abundance, something must be given in return.

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In the heart of an ancient forest, where the whispers of the wind carried tales of old, resided Eostre, the Germanic Goddess of spring and fertility. As winter's icy grip slowly released its hold, Eostre awoke from her slumber, beckoning the earth to breathe anew. Each year, the moment she stirred, a magical transformation unfolded across the lands. One day, as the first hints of warmth spread through the air, Eostre ventured into a sun-dappled glade. Her dark, flowing hair braided with ivy and blooms, she wore an elegant red dress that mirrored the blossoming flowers around her. In this enchanting haven, she felt an overwhelming sense of joy—a pure connection to nature. The vibrant greens of the forest danced with the bright hues of blue and red butterflies fluttering about, celebrating her arrival. Each butterfly was a note in the symphony of life, a reminder of renewal and transformation. As Eostre walked among the trees, she paused to listen to the laughter of the brook and the return of the birds' songs. She bent down to touch the soft petals of wildflowers, nurturing them with her divine essence. In return, they sprang to life with colors so vivid that they rivaled the sunset skies. Here, she felt the essence of fertility itself, for she knew that every seed planted would one day bloom into something beautiful. In her hands, she collected the whispers of spring—the first eggs laid by birds, a promise of new beginnings, and the playful hares that leapt alongside her. Eostre understood that each creature, each plant, and each moment was part of a greater cycle of life. As she looked around, she saw the earth awakening from its slumber, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned the warmth to envelop the land.

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