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Were all children so perfect? Reverie thought surely that Blossom was different, that she was special in the same way her namesake had been special. She was so very like Rose; a perpetual light in the darkness, always with a smile and a kind word at the ready. As if Reverie had truly been given a gift, the gift of a second chance at protecting that rare and precious light.
She didn't intend to waste it.
We'll find lots of rocks for you, then, She promised, reaching out to tap one of Blossom's waving paws with her nose. All different kinds. Maybe we'll find crystals. Those are kind of like colorful, shiny rocks. Reverie found it difficult to explain a world she herself hardly understood. She thought, not for the first time, that she would have to work to correct this as Blossom grew. Her daughter looked to her for every answer, and she couldn't bear the thought of having none to give.