Stone Circle time doesn’t care about anyone or anything, oh

she knew that they were all feeling this way, but to have it confirmed cast an arrow through her chest. it felt like she had personally failed them, when in reality they were all just trying their best. 

dahlia’s demeanor changed as petal spoke. she had learned from her mother how to settle her worries in private, to only let the tears fall when she thought no one could bear witness. dahlia folded her feelings into the smallest paper crane and sat them on the highest shelf, sat alongside a thousand others where they could observe from afar but never interfere. 

her face flipped like a light had just been turned on. she offered an eager smile as she said, there are so many more plants here than we had in the desert, standing now, she kissed her sister’s cheek. you will have much to learn, and all the world sprawled out before you will be yours and yours alone. petal, you have eyes like no other. it’s a gift.