Firefly Glen petals so pretty, roots too strong

and who was this? her sister had brought back a stranger, a woman. curiosity and wonder swelled within the girl. how was it that ana was so good at making friends? even with adults! 

her heart pattered against her chest, blood rushing to paws and cheeks. zephyra was not familiar with the word in which would describe her sudden affliction, but in growth and understanding, she might one day recognize it as envy. 

all the girl could do was stare. 

it was only when her mother questioned the whereabouts of her brother than zephyra tore her gaze away from her sister and her newfound guardian. "i thought he went to play," she answered with a shrug. 

in zephyra's small, unpopped bubble of a world, nothing drastically frightful had ever happened. alasdair had a bubble of his own to protect him, so surely, he was just as fine as she was.