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April 3rd excerpt:

Bowman flinched, jolting him out of his luxuriant snooze. Sunlight, while technically providing energy for a wood sprite, also had a tendency to be very relaxing. Combine that with the fact that Bowman was lying on a gigantic bed, and it wasn’t so strange that he’d dozed off there.

Only to be greeted by a lot of red and something settling over his body and wings. Bowman pushed himself upright in surprise, reflexively drawing his wings close. He pushed at the red material, recognizing it as thick cloth and plenty of it. As Dean’s words finally filtered into the confused sprite’s mind, he scowled and began his search for the edge of the expanse of fabric.

“Blast it, Dean, Pray to a rock!” he groused loudly, fumbling a little thanks to the plush surface beneath him.

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March 27th excerpt:

“Maybe if you get some coffee you’ll start waking up with the dawn. You might be able to keep up with me then.” He gave Bowman a grin.

Bowman sent Sam a sharp look then, his wings actually bristling at the challenge. “Keep up with you?” he echoed, sounding like he really didn’t believe what he heard. Then again, as someone who prided himself on being the fastest and most skilled flyer in his village, he might actually not believe it. “I’ll race circles around you,” he asserted with pride, though he grinned good-naturedly.

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Not in the mornings you won’t,” he retorted.

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neonthewrite:

(Thank you so much! And yes, I am taking prompts, whether they be from this post or general prompty goodness. I tend to do better with more open prompts, of course.)

Sleeping. For this one, Jacob Andris and Bowman Leafwing claimed the story.

It is Fairy Tales canon, though I haven’t really set a time for it. Most likely this is the summer after the events of Bowman of Wellwood.

Jacob was so absorbed in finishing up his homework, he didn’t notice the quiet at first. Out in Wellwood, in the clearing that the wood sprites had dubbed ‘his’, the wind whispered peacefully in the trees. The sky was an even mix of pale blue and the fluffy gray-white of the clouds scattered about.

The forest, private land with a fence to keep most people out, was an idyllic place far removed from the rest of the world. Jacob hardly had any bars on his phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d brought his homework out to try to get something done while he was relaxing out there.

However, there was usually a voice chattering away, either asking questions or telling stories of his own. Bowman Leafwing, Jacob’s best friend, was not a shy wood sprite by any stretch of the imagination.

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This is actually a pretty straightforward question. The sprites don’t follow any traditions/beliefs pertaining to a menstrual cycle, because they don’t have one. Despite appearances, they are not closely related to the Great Ape family, and that’s actually one of the only types of mammal that has a cycle.

Sprites, all of my sprites, are Spirit-made, so even though they look a lot like humans there are a handful of biological differences (in the case of the wood sprites, they’re actually part plant so that right there opens up a bunch of differences).

Jacob, explaining this to Dean in Brothers Asunder:

Jacob frowned, feeling a little like a bad guy for what he was suggesting. But, as the only one good to drive the car, he knew that he had some room to insist. Dean needed the rest. Another glance down at Bowman showed that he needed it, too.

It also gave Jacob an idea. He reached out and gently scooped his hand under Bowman. The sprite flopped over on his hand before sitting up sluggishly, blinking slowly. His wings hung slack.

“What?” Bowman groused, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Jacob looked over Bowman’s slumped form at Dean. “Bowman’s basically a plant, Dean. He’s been up and flying around since well before the sun went down. He needs to recuperate a little, at least. And you probably should, too. You had an arm busted tonight, dude.”

“Plant?” Dean asked, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Like energy-from-the-sun kinda plant?” He gave Bowman a slightly accusing look. “And you didn’t want to tell me that? ” he shot at the sprite, sounding put out after being lectured about how Bowman was ‘fine’ not long ago. How in the world was he going to be able to watch out for the little sprite if he didn’t even know something as important as that? At least if he or Jacob needed energy they could grab some coffee or a soda, but a plant…

“We don’t have an extra sun on hand, so you’ll need to take it easy until the morning,” Dean said tartly. “Sam won’t be happy if we run his little brother into the ground when he’s not around.” He held out his hand, beckoning Jacob to hand the sprite over. “I’ll keep an eye on small fry over here and make sure he doesn’t get into any more trouble.”