Sun Mote Copse And the sky is clear and bright

Right!? What even is up with that!?  That must have been some sad childhood times to not play games like dragons and ogres with siblings.  

Oh boy, she had to remember it first.  Maia thought for a bit to recall the story as Cadeau (mostly) had told it, strange ending and all.  Retelling would be helpful because then she'd remember it even better.

There was this egg, and it hatched with all these other eggs, but this caterpillar was different than all the other caterpillars.  Turns out as they got older it was because it was a butterfly and everyone else was a moth.  Well, the boring moths didn't like the butterfly and made fun of it because it was so much prettier than all of them.  Maia thought back to Cadeau's bright, fiery coat and her face heated up a bit.  

Yeah, kinda like that compared to her dumb grey fur.  No one liked grey, it was boring.  Grey fur, grey eyes.

She was a little distracted, but tried to continue.  So anyway, the butterfly finally got tired of all the teasing and figured he didn't have to put up with it, and he left.  In the end he just kinda flies off, 'towards tomorrow', she said.  That was mostly right, she future.  I guess it's up to whoever's listening if he makes it?  Or if he gets eaten by a bird or something, she added, frowning.  No, it was a story, it should end happily.