There was just something about her mother's laughter that just made it seem as if nothing bad could ever happen. It brought a sense of comfort- a casual happiness that set the baseline for their scholarly conversation- though she was happy to wait while Briar thought of something new to explain. After all, the warmth in her tone of humming reminded her of birds singing. It enticed her gently swayed along on a reflex. But when a flash of movement in her mother's gesture towards the sky, she was all too eager to straiten up and listen.
The idea of different kinds of clouds was interesting. She had realized that they didn't always look the same, but not that they were different for a reason. "No, I just thought they swirled into different shapes." She answered softly. However, as Briar went on to describe the different criteria and conditions that clouds might appear, it all made sense as to why they often times looked different. Once she was prompted to describe the fluffy clouds currently overhead, she was initially at a loss for words. How did one name clouds?"I don't know ... Happy Clouds? They look pretty happy."If you could read emotion from clouds. Perhaps that was just a reflection on her own encounter. "They look like they would be soft, too." She added, glancing up to her mother briefly with a smile, before returning her attention to the sky.
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