The Sunspire pale green things

the puff was silent, save for the subtle murmuring of her little voice as she slept; but it was the antithesis that woke her —
a brother, bigger than her, darker than her, louder,
as the adults fawned over his voice, the little one was brought to waking.

she rolled thoughtlessly, pushing off with the slightest touch from the body next to her own.
she tumbled awkwardly, the abrupt nature of their meeting brought her out of sleep, finally.

her own little eyes flew open, shock evident at first, but then a blurriness.
the large shapes around her - the adults - remained a mess of color and shapelessness.

the first sight beheld by the nymph was her beloved brother; instead of crying out after the collision of her tiny head against his tiny jaw, she only sighed, and
a smile danced across her face.