Dawn Treader Valley i could be very happy with this

Dahlia realized that she liked seeing Petal flourish, so long as she was the one doling out the attention. It confused her, and the thought carried her until Petal interrupted with another declaration.

Though this was no bed of wildflowers, the grass began to change as they approached. Aside from the color and vague smattering of shapes, they more or less would all look the same to Dahlia until she knew what to look for.

All yours, she said, staying behind Petal, though she was worried to let her traipse into the unknown. What if her sister ate something nasty and they lost her too?