Happy Birthday Orchid

The creaking hull of the ship groaned as waves splashed against its shell, sending spray several meters in the air. The wind was lively playing with people's hair tugging at clothes, skin, cargo, whatever it could get its hands on. There was singing to be heard over the rush of the wind loud enough it carried to the whole ship. A tall pale blue winter elf, with long pointed ears and dark turquoise eyes stood up. His hair was windswept frosty white. He wore a dark blue vest with gold lining, a gray tunic underneath with ripped sleeves to show off his defined muscles. He looked tired, his eyelids drooped, it was his hibernation period after all, but that didn't stop the huge smile on his face. He slid a slice of cake over to his friend, the plate scraped against the table with a loud scratching sound. With bushy hair and buck teeth, and mushrooms sprouting from her head. Orchid grinned. She had her usual Jean jacket over a dandelion yellow shirt that waved ever so slightly in the wind. Cranberries ruffled her bushy hair, being careful of the delicate mushrooms. “Happy birthday Orchid!”
 
 
3 years later
 
 
There was a quiet drip drip drip accompanied by that musty smell that always follows rain. Cranberries stepped out, his fine shoes scraped against the stone walkway as he shuffled past rows of Graves. His usual outfit was replaced by a fine dark suit, with bloodstains on the sleeves. The wind lazily ruffled the leaves as making a rushing hiss noise As it went. Cranberries shuffled along the damp cold ground. Scraaaape scraaape scraaape. His shoes were getting muddy but he didn't care, he'd probably just shoot another stuffed up nobleman and get another fancy pair. His head was bowed, his breathing heavy and strained. He arrived at one of the graves and knelt down the mud was cold and damp. When he looked up you could see frosty tears glistening on his cheeks. He murmured a few words among them you could hear him choke out in a throaty dry voice, harsh from too much crying. “I'm sorry” “I miss you” and at long last “happy birthday Orchid.” He shakily placed down a bouquet of Orchids, his hands trembled violently. He stayed there a moment longer letting the freezing tears stream down his cheeks. At last he stood up barely bothering to wipe off the mud on his fine suit pants. Before he scraaape scraaape scraped back down the walkway. And for the first time in his life he felt the cold. He'd never felt cold before, he was told it felt like a biting lack of warmth. To Cranberries he felt a biting lack of something and he sure didn't feel warm. He shivered. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. Clouds lazily drifted through the giant blue disrupting sunbeams and casting shadows like great big fish swimming above. Cranberries cursed the day for being so fine, no world deserved happiness without Orchid in it. He didn't deserve happiness without Orchid there. He bowed his head in shame and walked away.
 
Behind him a beam of light fell from the heavens, framing the grave and flowers in a beautiful ray of warmth and light. Cranberries had already turned away, he didn't see.