[private] Flowers, Flowers, Everywhere; Reagan

[Reagan]

now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?

Reagan leaped up to steady Elora’s body, to prevent her from falling on her little delicate butt, which would have inevitably resulted in her legs waving about akimbo, and driving her fathers to come and interrupt their game. Reagan giggled, lowering herself back down into the grass, replacing the daisy crown on the little princess’ head before rolling onto her side. “If you could be anything, Elora, what would you be?” She looked at the little girl, and then looked at Sahm and Newton to assure them that she had everything well in hand—for they had seen their daughter lose her balance… Poor Newton was stuck in between hovering near and far as if he were a broken drone or a carpenter bee unsure of where he needed to drop his load of nectar.
 
These were the times that every girl dreams of. Being able to share your dreams and play with the flowers and the bugs and explore life as it was intended to be. Reagan tried to see the world through her eyes, and found that she was far more jaded than she ever had any right to be.