Gaia
“How about these?”
I looked up from my tea at another page of flowers. I tried not to go cross-eyed as I gazed at all of the blooms and their many names.
“Um…I like these ones.” I pointed at a picture of some fluffy white and pale pink blossoms in the book in front of me.
“Peonies!” Opal smiled with delight. “The same as Rowan and I had for our ceremony!”
That was nice I supposed. They were also the same flowers I'd had at my birthday party, the night I had first shifted. The night my life had changed forever. I hoped that was a good omen.
Opal’s three sisters oohed and smiled. Amythest, Beryl and Jade, if I recalled correctly. Amethyst was incredibly quiet, only speaking when absolutely necessary. Beryl was haughty and imposed her opinion as frequently as she could. And Jade wa
