Charvi knelt on the ground, letting the blue gown she was wearing be stained with dry dirt from the ground.
She looked at the little peacock chicks running about the land; she smiled. It had been a long time since she had seen such a serene scene.
Behind her kneeling form, the current Caste Leader of the Peacock race was standing respectfully with his hands behind his back.
This was a very significant moment for him. He was watching the Primordial of his race and his future replacement play with the young ones of the Peacocks.
He had mixed feelings. He was glad that the Primordial Peacock was finally here, but he was also feeling bad that he would soon have to let go of his position.
The current caste leader couldn't see it as Charvi was facing his back, but Charvi's veil was stained with blotches of tears.
Charvi never knew that she could be so emotional, so vulnerable. So many scenes flash in her head.
What could she do?
Nothing.
What had happened had happened.
