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He chuckled when she came up with a solution to the new found dilemna they found themselves in. Perhaps more entertaining was the prospect of green clouds, but the chances of them seeing such things seemed bizarre. Clouds were always the same set of colors, never green or anything. Though in the event that they saw green clouds, they would certainly know that the foulest of weather was upon them. Luckily for them, even that was a low possibility.

"Cloudereen," he said, holding back a laugh. "I like it. It's catchy and memorable." A good name for a spirit, he presumed. "I think that's pretty extraordinary for a spirit to have that name." It certainly made up for their shared failure of not being the best with naming conventions.