Qeya River varos

butterflies clutched the tops of new flowers, and silvertongue showered yellow petals over the top of a child's downy head. she was out with them in the sun today, blinking lazily in the warm glow and singing a little song about una mariposa y el sol, while she watched the small explorations of her own cubs start in earnest. the qeya was beautiful, so lovely she almost kept the nightwoven face out of her thoughts.