Event: Celebrations

  A year can make all the difference...
  Same day.
  Year apart.

  From seven to eight seasons it was a bit deal! They were getting to help set up the festival this year, being in charge of the Sprouts’ Area was a big deal! From season 8 through 10 they’d be in charge and help set up!

  Mars missed not having to worry.

  “Chin up, Little Petal!” By chin up, Jupiter obviously meant, everything up. She scooped up the youngest nest mate and spun around, “We’re gonna be eight ssseasssonsss old!”

  Mars laughed, hard not to with such a perky nest mate spinning him around.

  “Floran knowss!”

  The other nest mates soon all come and everyone sits down. The group happily begins planning what to do with the tasks they were given. All very excited to help with the... less hyped festival. But still! This was when they’d all be recognized as eight seasons. Even though Mars was sprouted after the festival, he’d be considered older after this.

  They all were envious of Ceres, who sprouted day of. Even some who weren’t part of his nest mates group would poke him in playful envy.

  But the thing was... Mar was blindingly happy... Just... His family was all together! They all sat in a circle, planning out how the little table they were given would look. They planned so much that they would have to save some ideas for next year!

  They just came up with to many little ideas... So many he couldn’t remember them all... Most were... Venus’s ideas. He had the best ideas! He had ideas for a little show they could do next year.

  And it was just so... giddy and grand and wintry. The memory was right next to one much... bleaker and colder.

  That never got done the next year.
  Mars hardly did anything the next year.
  None of them did.
  Couldn’t bring themselves too.

  The nest felt cold missing three of their kin. And... each thought it their own fault. In some way. Though... with some talking. And the closer the festival became. The more the older ones began to pin it on the younger ones. This was Ceres’s first screaming match with the other.

  It was a cold time.
  Wintry.
  Freezing.

  Lacking.