Special Delivery | Iris

A bright, multicolored blur streaked across the sky, followed by a whoosh of displaced air and the faint scent of summer rain. In the blink of an eye, Iris was standing at the doorstep, package in hand, an all-too-knowing grin stretched across her face.

She leaned against the doorframe, tilting the box slightly, the label just barely visible. “Well, well, well…” she drawled, spinning the package effortlessly in her fingers. “Someone’s been shopping for a good time.”

Her blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief, her grin widening as she stepped inside uninvited, flipping the box onto the counter.

“You know,” she mused, tapping a finger against the sealed cardboard, “I get that mortals need a little… assistance sometimes. But honestly? You live right next door to me.”

With a wink and a flick of her rainbow ponytail, she added, “Didn’t think to just ask?”