Her voice brought everyone out of their reverie. And considering their age wasn't more than twenty-five, they were kids themselves. But she called them her parents. So they kept quiet.
"What's your name?" Viaan asked her.
The girl nodded her head and her hair swayed. She had golden hair, and fair skin and she wore golden clothes. She looked like a doll.
"I'm the Sonkamal of lotus flowers. I don't have a name."
"How do you want us to call you?" Viaan asked again.
"I don't know, " she murmured.
"We will call you Sona because you are golden. You always shine, little lotus, " Nairiti spoke.
The little girl nodded shyly. Vidyut, Rudra, and Atharv took her to teach their blacksmith work. The room was filled with her exclaiming and the laughter of the trio. They all loved playing with the little girl. Viaan went to pick the sleeping flower spirits and put them back on his shoulders securely. He also cushioned them with his magic so they would not slip away.