Sun Mote Copse [NaWOWriMo] so come sit down, will you talk with me now

sniffling in that adorable manner that little sisters do (especially when they have scraped their knee), weejay looked up at elfie. he may have just found his redemption, for his words were quite sweet, and as he gestured at the lone buttercup in the vicinity, weejay felt her tears ebb away.

"really?" the little girl asked, eyes bright (and still a little watery), her voice a quiet sniffle. rubbing her snotty nose on the hem of her brother's tutu, weejay felt her sadness slowly lose its bloom. "promise, forever." the little princess insisted, nuzzling deeper into elfie's floral tutu.

and gradually, the room too lost its darkness. small little greens, no more than spring sprouts, began to unravel between the charred remains. as she tipped her head and her brother placed the tiara on her little skull, it began to sprout with little green vines which were quite elfin and exotic in appearance.

noticing the pang in elfie's gaze, weejay steaded herself by wiping a tear away with a thick paw. she then pulled the tiara from her head (which had now sprouted pale white flowers, magnolias bright and true). "you can have it." her voice was barely a murmur over the joyful sound of creepers and flowers in bloom, but it was affectionate - weejay did not want to take something her brother coveted.