Flowers and random other crops were learning towards the sun. These were very good news. Noir had not checked the crops much lately, and was delighted that there were both flowers and other kind of things. Silently, the girl had hoped that all the plants would have evolved into some other plants that looked pretty yet were to carry fruit later. This had not happened. The girl wondered why. How did the flowers reproduce? Where did seeds come from. These thoughts of wonder slowly crossed over to include where baby animals came from too. Baby Duck had come out of an egg, but where had the egg come from? The Aston child knew that she had not come out of an egg like that, but how exactly had all happened then? Had mommy made babies on her own? Noir and her siblings belonged to Tayui because she was the only parent around. The blonde girl made a note to remember this so that she could ask her mother whenever next she ran into her.
The girl ran into what had once been the sowing field. Some plants were small and some seemed to climb further up towards the brilliant sky. The flowers were the usual dandelions, exploded out from the seeds that Noir had mixed in together with the rest of the seeds that she and Ocèane had been told to sow. This made that sorrowful thoughts to enter her mind, as they usually did these days. Where was Ocèane? All of a sudden she had just disappeared, and the light tan girl, like the rest of the Aston family, was worried about what had happened. At least Ocèane had brought her kitty spirit guide with her, but Noir was very worried about the whereabouts of her sister. Kinigisdi came from nowhere and settled on the growing girl’s head, and she shook it slowly, although making sure the head shaking would not be brutal enough to throw the brilliantly blue coloured bird off.
Now when Noir Aston had realized exactly what the little bird was, she felt much more comfortable around it. For a little while, she had tried to boss it around like she had seen Attila do with his, but the bird took no orders from anyone. Quite often the bird would sing at Noir’s request, but it was settled that Kinigisdi was no servant or pet, merely a guide and a companion in Noir’s life. The puppy had not accepted this completely yet, but she was trying her best to behave nicely. After all, it was hard to remember that it was not only a bird. Well out of sight in the field, among potatoes, flowers and other vegetables: Noir started to shake her bum rhythmically. She had investigated some more about the culture of her tribe. Lately there had been so much rain, so Noir had decided to be of help for once and do a 'sun' dance, both to celebrate the good looks of the crops (they made her happy, so she had decided to dance for them too), but also to dance for the sun in an attempt to make it happy and shine properly like it should.