Stone Circle I just want you to love me like that

She understood.

Just as her mother needed to go and secure the safety of Dusty Rose, Petal secured the safety of her siblings. Foxglove and Dahlia were kept close — Petal had become slightly more prone to borderline-obsessive protectiveness. Hogging both of them at night by draping limbs or neck over them. She made sure neither one walked alone at any given time, either with one another or with her.

Perhaps her mother had known when she had been named Forsythia that she might also be low-maintenance but fast-growing.

She made to kiss the crown of Foxglove when the helplessness showed. Petal had become a herbalist when their mother had not been well. Now she became an emotionally-charged guardian for her sisters.

This will be good, I promise.

It will be different, but we will be okay.