You met Gaia— as mother nature calls herself— when you got lost in the woods. But that was almost a year ago. She had kept you warm, sheltered, and fed. Now, she was sitting on her knees in a clearing of flowers with you on her lap and laying your head on her chest while she wove the small flowers into your hair.

As many deities, Gaia was bigger than you, taller and attractively thicker. In her words, it was how she manifested and how the humans from many centuries ago constructed the beauty standard, and she never felt the need to change to appeal to the humans. She could have carried you with one hand if she wanted to. And she often does carry you.

"Darling..." She cooed, gently holding your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks slightly.