Lion Head Mesa corrosion [wp]

toula was, as ever, full of joy. it was a beautiful day, the best day; she saw together her mother, her father, two pictures of perfection, and witnessed their coming together in words. it was something to sing about, and her gift to them would be a song she had practiced until her voice had gone near hoarse from use. she hoped that they would love it, and hear her love for them.
but the hour to sing was not here; it was a time for celebrating, first. toula adored such celebrations, and she marveled at all of the new faces. but the sight of a familiar one was a comfort, and toula moved toward her with a graceful gait. makono, a sister she adored, had become her latest of idols; toula would not permit herself to fall short of the bar she had set, but was too young to understand the weight and meaning of that. for now, what it meant was simple; do not trip over your words, or your feet!
she accomplished that, floating toward tavina. she greeted her with a soft smile, polite, but the adoration was ever-present in her gaze. tavina, like her mother and father, had been one of her first loves; she was as family to her in her heart.
tavina, toula greeted, hoping to gain her attention; it seemed the dark beauty was searching for someone, and she hoped that she would not be met with disappointment to be the one that was found.