I awake to the sun peeking over the sea, casting a golden glow over the grass around my resting spot. Standing up, I ruffle my feathers and stretch my wings to shake the slight chill that settled in overnight. The mornings here are peaceful, but are getting later and later each day. It’s time to fly north once more.
It is in the dim light of the midnight sun that you rise for your daily meal. You swim up with the rest of your brethren, one of millions looking to feast in the waters above. You filter the water near the surface, eating until you’re full and green, your translucent body showing the signs of a breakfast well eaten. When you finish, you sink down to let others come through to the buffet.
It’s done! Yeah, the frame’s not square, it’s stretched weird, and I wasn’t able to do all the bits and bobs that I wanted, but I’m proud of it. It looks cool. It got 2nd in counted cross stitch at my county fair (out of five, so I’ll take it).