Juniper held the young nymph in her arms. Grover smiled, and wrapped Juniper in a hug.
Her eyes were like her father's. She was a tree nymph, like Juniper.
"We should call her Rose." Juniper said suddenly.
"If that's what you want." Grover grinned.
"Because, at first sight, I know she's going to be the most beautiful flower -- or tree -- anyone has ever seen."
