Sun Mote Copse when it rains, it pours

Sugar had fallen asleep in a patch of wildflowers (none purple, of course) while trying her best to study and catalog each in her mind. But when it began to rain lightly, she stirred and blinked awake. She rose from her nest and realized, with a touch of dismay, that she'd rolled in her sleep and crushed some of the blossoms. There was no setting them to rights, so she only sighed softly and stepped carefully onto more open ground.

That was when she realized it hadn't only been the drizzle that had woken her; there was a voice off in the distance, calling for Weejay. Purely out of habit, Sugar turned back, bent and clipped a flower (a yellow lily of some variety), then padded toward the caller's voice. She was pretty sure it was her elder brother (and Weejay's father), Eljay.

When she found him, he looked utterly downtrodden, as did most of the adults lately. Sugar paused, head cocked as she regarded him. The whole scenario suddenly reminded her of the unpleasant altercation with Elfie and Bronco the other day. She nearly bit through the lily's stem as she recollected Elfie's behavior. She knew that he was Eljay's child too, yet so very different from the soft-spoken and sweet Weejay.

Stepping forward, Sugar inserted herself in her older brother's line of sight, then set the flower beside her white toes. "Why is Elfie so angory?" she found herself asking.