{ originalfic100 } birthday ; born

[thelightest_feet]

Title: born
Table: general
Prompt: birthday

I open my eyes. Oh! Oh, what a blur of colour and sensation. My skin is soft like budding leaves, moist from the caress of Mother Dew – and so sensitive that everything registers the same, but most strongly the feeling of Father Wind dancing around my ankles. Up my calves, up my thighs, further up. Up, up, up. Until I’m dancing with him, born by him. Suspended in mid-air while my body hardens into working condition. These seconds are my very own! This outstretched moment when I am formed, assembled from willow branches and butterfly wings. My eyes clear amber.