Golden Glade through the looking glass

she could see little, yet, felt so much. in the days that passed since her birth, the air had turned colder; the infant could tell. what this meant, she was not exactly sure nor could be bothered to remember to find out. infact, there was little she could do by herself, if at all. yet, she had grown the ability to feel for something other than herself; her brother. while little was indicated to exactly what this being that lay beside her truly was; it's name, it's personality, it's wants and wishes; she felt an overwhelming sense of comfort when with it. the girl could not be bothered to be without her brother. where it crawled, the girl was sure to follow to the best of her ability, even when her stamina wore out and she found it hard to get the air into her lungs. where it slept, the girl was sure to lay with it, sharing it's warmth as if it was her own. tulip was entirely selfless, something filled with such grace yet devastating for her own well-being. had she not had a mother to care for her every movement; the girl would cease to live for herself, but for simply, anyone else.