midsummer

It was still dark when he opened his eyes, but he knew — as he always did — that he was right on time.

Scrambling from the mouth of the den, Apollo sat his eager little butt in the clearing right outside, in just the right spot to gaze between the trees, and waited. He watched as the sky lightened, gradually, from the darkest of dark navy blues to soft pinks and purples and pale golden hues. He saw the sun as it pierced the sky. He squinted against the sudden, blinding wash of light, and grinned with all his teeth.

Like a rocket, he careened into Bragi's sleeping form, earning little more than a deeply winded grunt for his troubles. Not excited enough!!!

Bragi, he whined, pulling at her ear. Wake up! Midsummer!