It was soon time to see Father.
The moon arises and falls, and the sun comes to light up the sky and warm the earth. It was their role, and they preformed it flawlessly each and every passing day and night. It was very idealistic to the curious girl, and she took their perfection as something to mold herself after for the upcoming day.
It was mid-afternoon, and the petalchild stood soundlessly between the cradles of the dormant saplings, palms and fingertips gingerly pressed against the Waking Tree, eyelids at a close. She would stand there for hours, motionless, thanking Mother for her existence. Others would linger by, observing her actio