Dawnlark Plains Four Door Aventador

Her cries were cajoled by her mother, the gentle ministrations of her graceful affection quieting the child. She breathed slowly, blinking her eyes open as the dark form of her sister pressed toward her. The idea of grabbing her sisters nose was no longer on the forefront of her mind -- instead, the honeyed girl nuzzled her own face in to the crook of Padma's nape and shoulder, closing her eyes and drifting to sleep between her family, the smarting of her head easing.