Seaside Moors The present tense of regret is indecision

They were growing quickly.  Rosalyn watched them silently, tracking as Solaire swatted her sister.  Her lips quirked into a smile and she felt a gentle, familiar warmth of affection bloom within her.  As they grew, they began to show differences, personalities that would shift and form and carry them to adulthood.  Strange to think how fast time could pass.

As if her thoughts brought her to this, it was then that she noticed Arcelia's eyes.  She shifted, carefully, moving to get a better view.  Welcome, she said, softly as her smile widened to a more genuine expression.  

So fast indeed.

feel free to skip me if I hold this up! but I couldn't resist