Rainier Dewdrop stood in a small pond on top of a lily pad, arms stretched above his head, wings fluttering softly behind him. He winked at his own reflection in the water. It winked back, naturally. With a flick of his wrist, a perfect ring of dewdrops rose from the pond, hovering in mid-air around him before gently drifting to their assigned spots, flower petals, spiderwebs, grass tips. Another morning masterpiece. Another flawless performance.

He let out a soft sigh, melodramatic but intentional. [color=deepskyblue]“Beautiful work, Rainier,”[/color] he said aloud to himself, brushing a curl from his forehead. [color=deepskyblue]“And so humble, too.”[/color]

A nearby frog croaked. Rainier turned, hand on hip. [color=deepskyblue]“Thank you, darling. I know.”[/color]

He twirled once, water trailing behind him. Then, for no one in particular, he took his blue water-drop pendant, and kissed it for luck before hopping gracefully from one lily pad to the next. There was talk of a fairy market later. He made plans to stop by once his work was finished. Maybe he’d find inspiration… or at least someone cute to flirt with. Either would do nicely.