The family paraded past my latest offering one by one: “Her eyes are grey like mine.” said Mother Sky.
“Her hair soft and flowing like my lightest touch.” said Mother Wind.
“And her shape is all hills and valleys, akin to mine.” said Mother Land proudly.
Mother Water nodded in approval. “There is something of me in this one too.”
Then they all turned to look as Father Lightning rumbled forward. “And her power will be like mine.” he said, brushing her lips with his.
“Godfather, Godmothers? You’ll let my creation live?”
The reply was unanimous: “Let your creation Live!”