The Scarlett Cup Awakening
- Jessika Simon-Osborne, Owner and Artist
- Apr 4
- 2 min read
In the corners of the Windhill forests, sunlight begins to filter through winter-bare branches, Pezizo the gnome emerges from his hibernation. His colorful wool hat, woven with forest greens and earthy browns, catches the first light of spring as he shakes the sleep from his long white beard.
Pezizo's time has come. The forest floor still sleeps under last autumn's decay, but he knows what treasures lie dormant beneath. With fingers worn smooth from centuries of gentle work, he kneels beside a fallen log and places his ear to the ground.
"I hear you, little ones," he whispers, green eyes twinkling. "It's time to wake."
From his patchwork pockets, he produces vibrant tufts of wool—crimson like the first light of dawn. With practiced hands, he weaves subtle magic through the fibers, humming songs older than the oaks themselves.
One by one, he tucks these enchanted wisps beneath the moss. To human eyes, they appear to vanish, but Pezizo sees the faint glow as his magic seeps into the earth.
Over the next few days, where his woolen charms were placed, brilliant Scarlet Cups emerge—tiny goblets of impossible red catching morning dew. Woodland creatures and bees know to sip from these cups for strength after the long winter.
"Another season begins," Pezizo nods with satisfaction, watching a young deer tentatively drink from a freshly bloomed cup.
The forest doesn't know the gnome's patient work—the careful gathering of colors through the year, the winter nights spent preparing his magical wool. But as life returns to the woodland in a burst of crimson against green moss, Pezizo knows his purpose is fulfilled once more.
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