~Delicate~
"Oh," she said, touching his arm, "is that not the most gorgeous orchid?"
He nodded, pretending not to notice how comfortable she had become with him, with all of them, over the few months since they'd met. He had long accepted that their differences would keep them separate, apart from any contact with humans, but the way her life's path had intersected with theirs could be nothing but Fate.
Her fingers brushed the fragile purple blossom, wonder showing in her green eyes. He watched her examining the flower. He had never really considered what it would be like to have a daughter, until she came into their lives. He loved his sons, but she brought a fresh essence into their collective existence, something as rare and lovely as the orchid.
She asked how he'd gotten such a delicate plant to thrive, and even bloom, in the darkness of the tunnels. He showed her the lamp that his genius son had installed behind the brick so cleverly, so that the light appeared to shine from the wall itself. She nodded, understanding his pride. Her hand landed on his shoulder, warm, gentle, the connection both delicate and strong, and he smiled, content.
A/N: Although the drabbles are meant to be "narrative"- without dialogue, in this one the first line itself was the writing prompt, so I left it in.
Sorry for the delay in updating. Splinter was being stubborn for some reason!