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Nov 12, 2008, 12:10 PM
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CHAPTER THREE
"Did you see the looks on their faces when Mariah asked them to take their dessert outside?" Leah asked.
"I don't think they've ever been asked to hurry up and finish their lunch! You would've thought it was their last meal the way they scoffed it down!" laughed Rachel.
"Poor little pixies. They ate so fast they ended up with honey all over their faces," Leah said with a smile as she swooped down to pick up a flower petal off the ground and place it in her basket. "This thing is getting heavy."
"Tell me about it," Rachel said. "My wings are about ready to collapse." But it wasn't just because of the weight of the basket, it was also from fighting a sudden breeze which made it hard to hover in one spot.
"Well, I think one more basket should do it," Leah said. "Then we can make our way back to the cherry trees and help Mariah set up her creations." The little ones would gasp with delight when they were finished.
A third basket would be tricky to carry, but they were tough enough to do it, Rachel thought. They'd each have to tuck a basket under one arm, then carry the third one together as they flew home. As long as their wings were in sync, they could pull it off.
"Over here!" yelled Rachel. "Bluebells!" She swooped down to pluck a petal from the flower, amazed at the rich color. Leah, who had stopped to pick some marigold petals, stiffened abruptly. She felt it coming before she saw it in the distance barreling towards them. A spring snowstorm was brewing. Snow, no matter how fluffy, was not kind to pixie wings and a change in the wind's direction meant they'd have to hurry and take flight.
"There's a storm coming!" Leah yelled. "Grab your basket! It's time to fly!"
Rachel knew if they could position their wings just right, the wind could actually help carry them back home to the cherry tree. But along with the howling wind came blowing snow, and Rachel and Leah's wings were soon too heavy to fly. They took shelter under a clump of purple daisies nestled under an old bayberry tree, right smack dab in the middle of the Winterflower Mountain valley.
"What should we do now Little Miss Bright Ideas?" Rachel was mad that the snow ruined there trip. They might not make it back before dark. The petals would begin to wilt. The plan would never work.
"We'll just have to sit and wait it out," Leah said quietly.
And that's just what they did.
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