Two Eyes Cenote you can't help but become the sun

tiye mimics her mama's coos and hums, amused by the shared language. but then she returns to speaking a language tiye has to pretend to understand. 
yaya! she gave a quick glance at kheti, who said something that sounded closer to mama's words. pruh.. she sputters, exasperated by the difficulty of the word. pre.. pretty! tiye vigorously nods. the flower rolls completely off her head, leaving the once excited girl in shock as she watches her pretty fall onto the red dirt. it all happens so slowly: the way it tumbled from her crown and the bounce of the petals as they hit the ground. tiye blinks: now, she's no longer pretty, and little blobs of tears signal the flood that's about to fill the palace.