The Sunspire flora aura

The world was quite a new and wondrous thing for the lilac girl. Why did one mother produce milk, and the other did not? Why was she so distinctly different than the two others? [She would eventually come to understand this as gender.]  Why was the sun so bright? Why was gravity a thing? It all made relatively no sense to her, but she accepted it all the same; and she did so with such vigor! As she gained control of her puppy-is limbs, Eleuthera proved to be a bullish and inquisitive thing, often climbing over her brothers — or her mothers — to push the boundaries of where she was allowed to explore. Of course, she explored the physical world almost as much as she explored her newfound voice, as babbling as it may be. She talked almost constantly, making nonsense sounds and stringing together repetitive noises. But, Eleu was also quickly learning how she could elicit reactions from those around her simply by making sounds.  

For example, if she said “mamamamamamama” then mama would smile and coo and say sweet words, that were very much nonsense to her, but she still liked that very much. 

And if she said “seeeeeb” then she would get attention from Seabreeze, who was almost as constant a fixture in her life as mama. She liked that, too.

Her brother's names, however, were an enigma to her. Their pronunciations were so difficult that her mother didn’t even try to teach it — and the same went for the young girl's own moniker, which was a complex coupling of vowels and consonants that required a tongue more skilled than hers. Perhaps one day they would have lessons, for Olive knew the importance of speech and being able to speak one’s mind, even from an early age. The sylph wanted to know what they thought and how they felt about the general goings-on of their day. She was eager to know them. But for the moment their communication was mostly physical and innately sacred — she let them play and explore and taste all the things they probably shouldn’t.  It was alright, it was okay, and her world hadn’t come crashing down around her yet. Perhaps the gods and their fortunes had been wrong, yet again.

Mother and daughter slept in an embrace, olive's big spoon to Eleu’s teaspoon. The boys were somewhere nearby. The sun shone bright and warmed their pelts. Perhaps soon the mother would stir and incite play with her little ones, but for now, the greyscale duo was content to lay about and be, well, happy.