Something watches Purple from the shadows, licking it's fangs as it watches him draw closer to the bed it hides under. Once he is close enough, a thin tentacle darts out and latches onto his ankle and everything goes dark as the stick figure hits the bed.
When Purple opens his eyes, he finds himself at the bottom of a small hill with a massive cherry tree at the top. Petals are slowly swirling through the air in a dance that almost defies gravity, or maybe it does. Not that such would be noticed given the shock of who stands under the mighty tree.
Not sickly, nor weak, but as strong and healthy as Purple can ever remember her being. Almost without his input, Purple's feet carry him up the hill towards her. She waits for him at the top unmoving, face unreadable.
When he arrives at the top, there is no hug as he had hoped, instead her eyes narrow as she says, "how could you my darling little Princess? Everytime I turn my back you go running back to him like you do not remember what he did to me, what he did to YOU!" She turns her head away from Purple with a cold huffs, "I thought you would have known better by now daughter, but no. You still run to him and worse, you allow him to Harm your new parent as well."
There are tears in Orchid's eyes as she refuses to even look at her son daughter.