With a flick of her wrist, the waters of the deep are hers to command and nourish.

A representation of that refreshing feeling when a slightly cool, gentle breeze blows on a sunny summery day.

The chyrsalis was shaking. Gently at first, then quaking the leaf is was attached to. The shade of the vessel had slowly changed to a pale green into a clear glass that revealed the jet black of the creature within, and now was offering up the life inside it.
And then...
It split.
A hand emerged first, slightly wet from the time spent in the dark. Then a face. And finally a leg, followed by limp wings that glimmered in the morning light. Hanging on to the empty shell, the being's wings splayed out, warming and drying in the sunlight. Though it was born long ago, its life had only begun.

Thunderstorm

When I think of summer I think of my home island's carnival and this avatar is based on the costumes they would wear. the parrot is based on the national bird.

The Storm Queen must always walk alone forever separated from her true love who is trapped beneath the ocean for eternity. You can always find her on the beach at night the smell of ozone following after her as she searches for her love.
This is her love.

The Girl Who Also Happened to be a Peacock



Once upon a time, a girl was cast out of her home when she turned into a peacock by accident. Her mother and father were very frightened of the child, because she was cursed, and left her to fend for herself in the lonely land. The girl learned to survive and control her peacock powers, always appearing as a girl with the wings of a peacock. Gossip does not travel very fast among the land of the birds, but when the girl was 15 years old, the peacocks heard of a girl who could speak both the language of Bird and Human, a girl that was surely fit to be their new Queen. They searched and found the girl, who was so absolutely terrified that she ran away. The birds learned from their mistakes and found the girl again, but explained everything first, and reassured her she was safe at last. The girl readily agreed, and at last, the peacocks crowned her Queen of the Birds.

Summer is awake. She walks the earth and hunts her prey. She's the gentle breeze and the smiling sun that both caress your skin. She's the ocean waves calling you, "come and play with me." She's the fun-loving thing wild and carefree. Yet every now and then she's not quite so naive and sweet. For summer is also the burning blazing fires. Wreaking havoc through the fields. She's the endless drought that just won't disappear. She laughs and smiles while her wings beat heat and flame. Because for all the fun and games Summer above all loves to spread the pain.