Golden Glade A Rose By Any Other Name

The voice returned and wrapped around the russet girl like a blanket. She gave a squeak, not one of fear but of happiness and did her best to snuggle up to her mother. The warmth surrounded her and slowly Rose began to doze off, a yawn giving away her exhaustion. She didn't fight as sleep took hold off her, no longer afraid of the nightmares that haunted her. So with a final readjustment to get comfortable, the girl returned to her slumber with a smile upon her lips.