(Blog 3) Lima
(Continued from our last post…)
Lima was lounging in her favorite spot by the window, her tail swishing lazily as she doodled in her sketchpad. Outside, the sun was setting. Inside, she could hear in the distance her mom humming in the kitchen and the faint clink of dishes being put away.
She was sketching an idea for a mural for her room. It was a dragon soaring over a mountain of glittering gemstones, each stone catching the light in an array of colors. Lima’s had practiced art for as long as she could remember.
The phone rang, breaking her focus. Lima frowned, setting her sketchpad aside. “I’ll get it!” she claimed loudly, hopping off her seat.
“Hello?”
“Lima! It’s Spyder!” came the familiar, enthusiastic voice on the other end. Spyder had always been a dear friend of Lima’s mom and looked after the both of them after Lima lost her dad, but she hadn’t heard from him much since her mom started dating a dragon she met at the cafe.
Lima perked up. “Spyder, how are you?!”
Spyder was always full of surprises and this time was no different. He launched into an excited explanation about the abandoned sticker factory.
“I need your help,” he said. “Your creativity is exactly what it needs. I want you to design the stickers, come up with the themes and everything. And, Lima, I need you to think of a name for the factory, too. It has to be something unforgettable!”
Lima’s heart fluttered. “You really think I can do that?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
“I know you can,” Spyder replied suredly. “You’ve always had the most amazing ideas, Lima. Will you do it?”
After a moment of hesitation, Lima smiled. “Yes, Spyder. I’ll do it.”
But as soon as she hung up the phone, her nerves set in. “Oh my gosh, what am I thinking?” she whispered to herself. Her wings drooped and her green scales became pale. She shuffled back to her sketchpad, suddenly unsure of herself.
By this time, her mom was standing in her doorway. “Lima, what’s wrong?” she asked.
She told her mom about her conversation with Spyder.
“He wants me to work at his sticker factory,” Lima said, wringing her claws. “He says I’ll be in charge of designs and even naming the factory. But what if I mess it up? What if my ideas aren’t good enough?”
Her mom wrapped a comforting wing around her. “Lima, don’t be afraid of what you haven’t done yet. You’ve always been creative, and this is your chance to shine. Try it out and I think you’ll be surprised.”
On the morning of her first day, Lima woke up early, her stomach a bundle of nerves and excitement. With her sketchpad under one wing and her mom’s advice in her heart, she set off for the factory, ready to prove to herself that she could make this dream come alive.
