Neverwinter Forest And we'll smile and smile

Dublin had was batting at the grass, a favorite pastime of his, and giggled as some of it came loose and hit him on the nose. His blue-turning-green eyes focused on it, as he blew it off. What fun grass was on a warm summer day! Dublin rolled over on his back, looking up at the sky "Clouds!" he said "Clouds. clouds. clouds." Dublin liked the word. He also liked how words could be used to describe things.

Dublin liked the shapes of the clouds. That one looked like Bala. That one looked like Mama and Dada, playing with him. That one looked like Mear and Rian playing together. That one looked like Noch. It was interesting that something so random made shapes like that. What if the clouds watch us? Dublin thought What if they make those shapes because they can't play? Poor clouds!