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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-07-21 08:53 pm
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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

  • This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
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[personal profile] catlarks 2016-08-04 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
tags: none; fairytale AU, magical songbird Kotori, hedge witch Hanayo
Ship: Koizumi Hanayo/Minami Kotori (love live)
Word Count: 1,219

There's a cottage in the woods Kotori sometimes flies over, a cottage that's old and falling-down and overgrown with vines. It's nestled in the densest part of the forest, where the underbrush grows thick and impenetrable above the ground and the trees are very close together. None of the other birds will fly over it. But Kotori does.

Kotori flies over the cottage and she always looks down, because there's something missing there, some absence that catches her eye. There's a hole in the wall of ivy and thorns, a hole just big enough for her to fit through.

One day, Kotori does just that.

It's sunny outside the cottage, brighter than Kotori might have thought to expect. There's a pear blossom tree in the yard out back, a yard that's thick with overgrown grass and untrimmed bushes, a jungle of plants gone wild from neglect. Kotori lands on one of the trees branches, looks up to the sky where there's a bright spot of blue that the trees cannot blot out, and lets her beak drop open with the song that's in her heart.

She sings and sings until she's hoarse with it, sings to the ivy, sings to the grasses, sings to the pear blossoms balled into tight little fists. She sings to the trees over her head and the sky far above, sings out the beauty of the world as she knows it until it grows stronger, better, greener for her singing. She sings life into the empty places, until she's empty herself and there's nothing left to give.

Then she flies away, back out through the little hole in the thorns.

The hole is wider, when Kotori returns. She flies over the cottage and some of the briars have been cleared away, pulled back as if by unseen hands. The grass is greener, if still tall enough to brush the bottoms of the windowsills, and the pear blossoms have begun to open. The scent of them is heavy on the air, a scent that smells of gentle dreams and fresh beginnings. Kotori darts down, flying into the garden.

She sits herself on a rosebush, careful of the thorns, and she sings. She sings of sunshine and spring rain, of the steady melody of growing things and of pattering raindrops, of bright bursting feelings that course through every creature's veins and beat in their living hearts. She sings until the air is alive with the sound of her voice, ringing like an echo of dreams she cannot know. She sings herself empty a second time, before slowly flying away.

It's summer, the next time Kotori flies over the cottage in the woods. The brambles have grown back, retreating into an orderly procession of rosebushes, their thorns turned toward protecting the buds just beginning to blossom on their branches. The ivy is flourishing, broad spade leaves shining emerald beneath the summer sun. The cottage might still look shabby and worn beneath its clothing of greenery, but it's stronger for the cloaking.

Kotori swoops down to land at the peak of the roof, fluffing her feathers and nestling down against the straw. She sings out, a questing note, small voice strong yet uncertain of the possibilities, singing out the promise of changes, of something new. She's always sung to the heavens for no reason better than because she can, because she's a bird and that's what birds do. They don't have hopes for themselves; they don't have dreams, or ambitions. Songbirds sing, providing the world with beautiful music.

Beneath her, one of the window sashes pushes up, opening the cottage to the warm summer air. Kotori trills a greeting that rolls around her and down, dives from her position to dart onto the windowsill. There's a girl behind the glass, a girl who ducks down to peer at her. Her eyes are bright and wide behind square spectacles.

"Was it you?" the girl asks, her voice soft and less than sure. "Were you the one who worked the magic that got everything growing right?"

Kotori chirrups, and jumps on the window ledge, her way of saying, yes.

The girl smiles, small and sad. "I'm a hedge witch, and I can't even grow the hedges right."

Are you sure? Kotori trills back at her, infusing the question into her song.

The girl sits back, stare sharpening behind her glasses. "I didn't think birds could talk."

Kotori cocks her head to the side. The girl laughs.

"I guess you're right. I am a witch; if I'm talking to birds, maybe they can talk back. Maybe this is my sort of magic, more than growing things ever was."

I think you grow beautiful things, Kotori sings to her. Even if we can't always find the way of things alone, maybe we aren't supposed to. Birds flock together for a reason. Don't people flock, too?

"You're very wise," the girl says. "For a bird."

Kotori trills again. She's heard stranger things, but she supposes it might be true.

"Stay a while," the girl says. "I might not be as bad at this as I thought, but you may be magic, too. Stay with me, at least until the rest of the garden is growing true."

Kotori cocks her head to the other side. She's always been a migratory sort, flying where the winds took her, moving south when the weather got cold and north again as the northern blossoms began to bloom. She hears the word stay and it's meaningless, as much as a bird brings meaning to anything.

"I'll feed you!" the girl adds. "I'm not very good with ivy and thorns, but I'm great at growing grain. Come autumn there will be all the wheat and barley and seeds you can eat! And berries, there are all sorts of berries. I guess... I guess those things didn't give me trouble, too."

Kotori trills at her.

The girl laughs, softer, warmer. "I'm a hedge witch, and I'm going to get good at it! Just you wait and see. My name is Koizumi Hanayo and I'm going to make this the most beautiful garden these woods have ever seen! And m-maybe after that, I'll get my business going again. Maybe customers will want to come and see."

She leans back, looking out through the window at the roses and the pear blossom tree and the riot of other indistinguishable growing things spreading out in every direction. There's determination on her face, and a smile tugging at her lips. "No one likes a hedge witch who the plants don't love. I want to be someone who shines like the sun, inspiring green things to grow."

Kotori peeps at her, and hops, her little voice rising with encouragement.

"Thank you," Hanayo says. "But come inside! I have seeds, and strawberries, and a hardworking little bird like you deserves a reward."

Kotori sings out, strong with the sound of sunbeams on new leaves, of dreams unfolding beneath the slow, steady beating of her wings as she flies through the window and follows where she's bid. Birds don't have hopes for themselves; they trade in song and pass joy to other people. Kotori can pass her joy in the cottage in the woods, for a while. It's always had that hole where only she could fit.