Jane, the little Jane observed the big world from the entrance of the only home she had known in her first days of life. Around her parents and her brothers and sisters. And this was her first time finding the world out of the den was way bigger, larger, and in her own opinion mightier. She took slow steps until she was now out of the lair, looking up. The morning was young and she could now see the blue, the floating clouds above her head. "Wowooooooo!" She smiled brightly. "Wut ar those??" She wondered smiling even more. Se stood up wagging her tail, feeling the breeze on her small body. There a bug she had never seen landed on her nose. A butterfly(though she doesn't know what that is yet). She didnt move, she just watched it with wonder. "Speak"

Azariah smiled at Jane's exuberance for the world, her adventurous little spirit inspired her mother. In their discoveries about the world, Azariah saw what she should have been as a child. Their innocence and joy about everything, the curiosity that would always be indulged by their parents, the endless stream of questions that meant a child was learning. Even when they squabbled, Azariah found herself amused, and gently corrected them - allowing them to learn how to compromise with one another. She encouraged working together, and talking out differences rather than arguing or fighting. It was a rare occurrence that the children couldn't work things out, but it was natural to expect them.

Following Jane's gaze toward the sky, Azariah giggled and answered her baby's question, "They are clouds, and sometimes they bring rain, but most of the time they are just there to look pretty." A grin formed on her face as a butterfly came fluttering up to rest on her daughter's nose, making Jane go still as she looked at the insect. "And that is called a butterfly, they are also there to just be pretty. They help flowers make more flowers." Her monochrome tail waved behind her as she watched with amused glee, Jane's expression making it hard to contain her laughter.

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"Talking." | 'Thought.' | 'Others.'