
His voice was soft, a tender but insistent call, his green nose gently nuzzling the forehead of his sleeping sister. It was mid-morning now -- he'd woken earlier than she had, with the sun's first light. Not wanting to disturb Bloom, still soundly asleep at his side, he'd crawled out from the hollow beneath the mangrove tree that they were currently calling home to rustle up some breakfast. To that end, the small mound of tasty greenery carefully piled outside their tree was evidence of success, though the mouse he'd tried to catch had still managed to elude him.
Yet breakfast was not the main reason he was stirring his sister from her slumber. Set beside the pile of greens was a beautiful pink rose, its thorns meticulously nibbled off (a painful but worthwhile task), just starting to bloom. Just like his baby sister.
"Wake up now Bloom," he murmured, nuzzling her ear. "I have a surprise for you.."