PT 1 Rainbow Chronicles:: Fierrochase//Beatrice {a series of queer riodanverse one-shots

Notes & Credits

{cont} Magnus turned toward the plants and found a girl, looking about 16, stepping out from under a massive fern. She had skin the color of fresh birch bark and hair that looked like webs of tangled ivy strewn about, twisting down to her waist. Her dress looked as if it was woven of hundreds of small leaves, and she was glaring up at Alex with narrowed eyes the color of rich dirt. Seeing the boy’s confused and slightly alarmed glances, she raised herself up to her full height, admittedly not much, and recited a speech she seemed to have memorized in case it needed to be delivered. “I am Bramble, wood nymph, faithful servant to Gerðr, and protector of the gardens of the /Boston Common/. Any ill intent is unadvised.” “Nice green hair,” Alex said, grinning, ignoring all of Bramble’s spiel. Magnus and Bramble looked at him. “I have green hair too,” he added unhelpfully, pointing to his head with vibrant green curls. “So,” Magnus started, breaking the silence that had followed. “Our friend was looking for a flower he said you had. Could you lead us to it? He said it only blooms once a year, if you know the one he is talking about.” Bramble’s dark eyes lit up, her frustration momentarily forgotten. “You mean the Solfyr blossom! Yes, follow me.” Alex and Magnus followed her through the paths and rows of plants, slowly becoming more soaked, until they reached the edge. Bramble pointed, and there, near the ground, was a small, sad-looking flower. Its petals were a murky gray, and its stem was all but rotted in half. “Looks magical enough to me,” decided Alex after a beat, reaching down to pick up the flower. “Stop!” Bramble cried, right before Alex tugged the flower out of the ground. Magnus tensed, waiting for a larger guardian to erupt from the ground, the plant to explode, or something similar. But nothing happened. Brambled looked at Alex with eyes that seemed to grow stormier by the second. “That flower belonged to the garden,” she said quickly, her voice cracking as she continued. “Gerðr put me in charge of protecting this garden. You ruined it.” Alex looked sheepishly at the small flower wilting in his palm. “I’m sure she won't miss just this one ugly flower. You have so many more,” he said, gesturing to the colorful, bright flowers dotting the yard. “It’s not ugly,” Bramble said tersely. “All the flowers are important to the garden.” Before Alex could respond, Magnus stepped forward and plucked a single petal from the blossom. Bramble paused, confused as Magnus leaned down to put the petal in the ground. He didn’t want to take this plant from Bramble if it meant that her garden was ruined. He closed his eyes and focused on the plant. He had only used his healing powers on flesh before, but the flower was its own life force, so Magnus figured it was worth a try. As he found the lingering life left in the petal, he focused on it, enlarged it, until he felt the plant take root. He opened his eyes and grinned when he saw a new Solfyr plant blooming. Bramble looked at him with wide eyes. “That was the magic of Frey!” she quickly curtsied before saying, “I’m sorry I had no idea I was talking to the son of Mistress’s husband.” Magus realized she was right- Gerðr was Frey’s wife. “Oh, well, we took it. I figured I should put it back,” embarrassed by the rapt attention Bramble was now giving him. Alex, however, had no such reservations. “ Don't mind him; he always turns red when cool girls find him impressive.” Bramble turned red this time, but was distracted from Alex when she looked to the sky. “This shower is about to clear up, and I still haven’t finished my rain-time garden rounds. I really should be going.” After a moment’s consideration, she curtsied again to both Magnus and Alex before running and disappearing into the trees. Alex turned toward Magnus, smiling. “You’re such a show-off. I steal a flower, and you have to go and birth a whole new one just to make her feel better.” Magnus glared at Alex, but the glare had far too little heat behind it to be sparked by real annoyance. “Look!” Magnus said suddenly, pointing to the sky. The pour of rain was fading, and arching across the vast sky was a strip of color. Alex rolled his eyes. “What are you, a seven-year-old?” But he still looked up at the sky where Magnus was pointing and raised his free hand, the one not holding the flower, up to meet Magnus’s. ! COMMENT "MESSAGE" TO BE NOTIFIED FOR PT 2 ! PINGS NOW TRANSFER OVER BETWEEN FICS, SO NO NEED TO COMMENT IT AGAIN IF YOU ARE ALREADY ON THE LIST <3! see full ping list on the official studio tysm for reading, dont forgot to ♡ and ☆ if u liked it ^^ Official Studio- https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/52053356/ First One- this one <3 Next Pt- not out yet! Characters by Uncle Rick Original idea by @PJOHoOTOAfangirl