Streamside Faeries

The newborn Yule sun glimmers weakly through the gray clouds, illuminating the green Faerie hill below.  On the hill, some Faeries go about their daily business, while others take time to lie back upon the green grass, basking in the pale sunlight.

At the bottom of the hill, a narrow stream made wild by days of rain roars its intention to leap its earthen banks, tumbling small and large rocks along in its wake.  Faeries standing and sitting on its banks feel the surging power of the stream thrumming within their hearts, their spirits surging with the rushing waters of the stream.