Bournia was the youngest of the Water Nymph’s. She was small, and though she tried to compete with her older sisters, she could not sustain the flow of streams or creeks like her siblings.
Her water courses often were mere trickles, and it took a lot out of her to make them look impressive.
Then it struck her one day. Why try? she thought. All this effort is just too much, I can use my talents so much better just showing them off occasionally.
It was precisely what she did. Every spring she would greet the sunshine with a shimmering flow. She liked the feeling of really showing off.
But Bournia had her mischievous side. Some times she would watch travelers, hard worn and road weary. She would take on her yellow bird form and watch them from the branches of trees. If she liked them, or felt sorry for them she would let loose her flow, allowing the journeyers to be drawn by the sound of her babbling waters. But if the travelers seemed cruel, or unappreciative of the nature around them, she would playfully draw them to the stream side, and then slowly just soak away before they could drink.
Today’s prompt: Write anything around the theme or words mischievous waters
“A bourne is an intermittent stream, flowing from a spring. Frequent in chalk and limestone country where the rock becomes saturated with winter rain, that slowly drains away until the rock becomes dry, when the stream ceases (Wiki).”