The hunt would pause at the bird cloud it seemed, for out of the corner of her eye Novella noticed her daughter suddenly looking down. Her own gaze now would move from the sky and instead switch to Varda following her eyeline to look at the girl's paw. The irony of it would make her smile softly as she watched the caterpillar crawl around. "That is a caterpillar." Novella would explain. "They grow up into butterflies." She would keep the explanation rather simple though a part of her wad rather prepared for further questions. It made little sense after all how this wriggly little thing could suddenly sprout wings and turn into the beautiful butterflies that undoubtedly Varda had seen plenty of flying around as of late.
