Noctisardor Bypass The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it.

Every answer made Indra feel very good about herself. Her mother was listening to her, unlike the other children.

Laurel was a spotlight and Indra was glad to bask beneath it; each question earning a nod or a little "oh," as she learned little things.

Truthfully none of it would stick within Indra's mind, as she didn't really care about the answers themselves — only Laurel, who was her entire world.

Do you like snow? She asked next, when this new word was introduced to her. The girl didn't bother asking what the snow was, specifically, as that part didn't matter. If her mother liked something, she would like it.