Broken Boulder How Tweens Are Ruining Education

There wasn’t much occupying Eleuthera’s days anymore. She, quite honestly, did not think about Sunspire much anymore of what once might have been. Now it was too far removed, and her most recent memories consisted of being toted across the wilds with her mamas and brothers and sisters, and even that she considered to be a long time ago. All that mess was in her past, but this new land was in her present! Time to make it a gift. 

If Eleuthera had been capable of such self-actualized thoughts at the time, she might had noticed herself maturing bit-by-bit. She still experienced some frustration at the hands of things that, proved to her to be, illogical — like how she couldn’t leave the territory, not even with a chaperone, and how mama olive always tried to make her eat plants?? — but even at her young age, her passive and dulcet bloodline was already beginning to make itself known. The little lilac girl questioned, as a child should, but she rarely became flustered.

One thing that she tried, so very hard, to get used to was the presence of new children who were not Séamus or Ibis or Okeanos. It was so strange; they did not have a mama, but she had two? and they had a dad? Who even had fathers nowadays?! A little bit baffled by this change in her perception on how life is for others, Eleuthera approached the bespeckled girl as she trounced around the territory and in an attempt to grab her attention, shouted “Hey!!!” in quite a bellicose manner. Who cares that they didn’t really even know each other yet?