At the edge of the world, a glimpse of heaven. Nestled in the bush, tuatara tunnel beneath toppled totara, eagerly awaiting nightfall. A melodic warble winds through the bush, ricocheting and rustling leaves. Overhead, a long white cloud shelters and protects a hidden treasure.
Captured sunlight ripples through her hair, adding hues of caramel, honey and gold. Innocence, accented by dimples. Twitching with barely contained enthusiasm, liable to explode in a torrent of chatter. Intelligent, sweet and creative, nothing will hold her back.