Yellow eyes lit up and eyelashes batted as the old man mentioned the birth of such wondeful and fantastic creatures everytime laughter was first released into the world. She imagined dozens of the tiny critters flying around as fast as lighting but still being as delicate as porcelain. She pictured the wings as well, thin and frail like butterfly wings but with a certain glow that seemed to have been taken from the most beautiful rainbows.
Her deep daydreams were interrupted by another piece of knowledge provided from the old man.She smiled kindly as his gruff voice told her that no matter where her feet took her and how gloomy thing were she should always return home. She had never thought of running away from the plateu, but she had sometimes thought of spending the night out in the open, oblivious of the risks that might arise.
She nodded to let him know his piece of advice would not go by without being taken into account. Had he had this same conversation with Blue once? If she hadn't even stumbled onto the plateu who would've taught her all these life lessons? Her mind strayed to the thought of her blood mother for a second, had she thought that by just teaching her and her brothers how to hunt they would've been alright?
Then the course of the conversation switched to her mother. The adoptive one. Amelie smiled brightly as they spoke of the upcoming trip Blue and her would soon take. She had been waiting to go for so long that the mere idea of the trip was enough to send adrenaline rushes down her bloodstream.
"Seaweed, got it. Is there a use for the ocean's water, I hear it's salty.." she barked while raising a brow slightly.
