A/N: 100 word drabble prompt from an anon; thistle. Thanks!
The first time Aurora encountered a thistle, her palm and fingers prickled and smarted and told her she would be better off leaving it alone. Still, she'd strung it up and dried it out, moving it to the pages of her diary as soon as she deemed it ready. She'd reverently touched the edges of the flower, outlined it with charcoal, and told herself she'd be better prepared when presented with something as spiky again.
The first time Aurora encountered Maleficent, her hands tingled and burned and told her she should hold onto her as hard as she possibly could.