Stone Circle and oh baby, when they made me, they broke the mold

someone new, maybe?

all three of the girls were dancers, and although dahlia was the most skilled of them all, she had not felt the urge to make beautiful shapes with her body in so long. 

while petal was elsewhere, contemplating the possibility, dahlia moved to the center of the wildflower meadow as the rain poured down. she used her whole self, tip to tail, to throw off the shroud of darkness that so often cloaked her shoulders and let the sunlight pour from her soul.