Stone Circle I just want you to love me like that

It was a boy who arrived. He seemed strong and he was colored in hues she had only seen at night. Some tendril of self-consciousness weaved through her. She knew she did not look the best. They had lived in the lowlands, but had they thrived yet?

Her focus was only upon Foxglove and Dahlia now. Continuing to comfort the former while she listened to the latter.

She did not think their mother would send them towards failure, but Petal was already thinking. Churning ideas in her mind to secure their continued life. A survivor's brain lived within her skull now.

Absent mindedly she preened Foxglove's shoulders and crown.