Cambreeah loved all these things that Noir did. What a wonderful visitor Noir had found. The girl’s reaction to the duck’s noise was funny, and the sun coloured child laughed loudly and backed away a few steps before she turned around and started to run away from the brown figure. When she had given birth to a few yards distance between them, the tan girl stopped to look back. Baby Duck wobbled after its 'Mommy', as usual. ”Run, Baby Duck, the butterfly puppy Cambreeah is coming!” The blonde puppy’s body was filled with joy, and she sincerely hoped that the little child would follow and join the game. Noir fully intended to steer them straight into her own personal butterfly flower field. She wanted to show her fellow puppy all the pretty butterflies and all the pretty flowers, and everything else she could think of. After that, perhaps she could ask the other girl if she wanted to be Noir’s first non-Aniwaya friend.

When Cambreeah picked up her plushie and followed, Noir turned around again and started to move forward. Although she quickly noticed that she could pick up a higher speed than the other puppy, the tan girl made sure that the little butterfly puppy was right behind her, sometimes almost close at ‘tagging’ her. It did not take long at all to reach Noir’s ‘private’ butterfly and flower field. An excited whine escaped the Aniwaya puppy. Noir charged into the tall grass with a million billion thousand flowers and caused a scattered cloud of pretty butterflies and bees to take off into the air. Baby Duck squeaked happily somewhere in the grass close by, but Noir turned around so that she could see what little butterfly loving Cambreeah would think about this.

Although Noir wanted to fully see the little girl’s expression, her own gaze had to move to the scattered cloud of fluttering wings. Was it not this that made the world beautiful? The flowers swayed slowly while recovering from Noir’s brutal disruption. A few of the insects returned to their tasks instantly, and the blonde girl watched a bumblebee settle on a flower not far from her face. It looked furry and the girl wondered if it would be soft to touch. The Aston girl did not particularly want to touch and disturb it, as she had done so already by running into the flowers and frighten the lovely things that spent theirs days on top of those beautiful blossoms. Cambreeah expressed her wonder in both words and the sound of her voice, and the blonde girl bounced back towards the little brown puppy, displaying a radiant smile that seemed to have the ability to compete with the sun. Ocèane was kind, but the two sisters did not share the same passions. Her siblings were slowly starting to concentrate on learning to hunt and those things, but Noir wanted to stay in her secret gardens and just watch the world’s beauty forever.

Noir’s tail easily matched the younger girl’s, and she was wondering if she had found someone else that was similar to her. It was a possibility that the other child would change and grow up like most puppies did, but Noir was a good willed creature and did not consider that. Right here and right now Cambreeah was one that understood her, and Noir only took in the present and its wonders. It made her own appreciation twice as powerful when she saw another being enjoy it as much as her. ”Yes, so prettyful!” the tan girl agreed lovingly as she turned around to the sight that slowly was dwindling away. It did not worry the older girl though. The butterflies and the bees were still there, jumping from flower to flower. Actually she preferred it this way because it was natural and Noir was perfectly satisfied with being a mere spectator. Attila had chased and crushed a butterfly once. He had laughed and thought he was smart doing that. The thought still made her feel sad.

Noir’s golden eyes found the butterfly toy’s shape on the ground. She wondered if it wanted to fly and be free just like the creatures it had been formed after. ”I think your butterfly toy wants to fly and dance on flowers too!” Noir confidently stated, almost certain that this had to be the case. ”I can put butterfly toy on top of your head, Cambreeah and then you can fly it into the flower field and be a happy butterfly too!” Noir nodded at her own words, lowering her front frame slightly in a playful manner while her tail lived its own flawless life in happiness. She had tried to do the same thing with Toefur, but all the butterflies had flown away when the big and bulky toy had bounced up and down through the field. Noir believed that it had something to do with the fact that the pink toy was an octopus and not a butterfly. Cambreeah’s toy should not have such troubles, because it already was a butterfly.

All children seemed to be stuck with awe by many things, because so much was completely new and had to be explored and appreciated with energy and in an excited manner that adults had a hard time understanding. Noir wondered if she would ever become one of those boring gray people that she knew existed in the world. She felt just as much joy now by the sight of pretty things as the first time she had seen them. She could not imagine this changing. Noir was Noir and only Noir. She did not want to believe in a complete change. The tan girl was perfectly happy with how her life was at the moment. She wanted to spend each day roaming about with Baby Duck and living life just how she wanted to live it. However, there were small things changing all the time. At one point the Aston kids would be able to shift. Soon they would be properly taught how to hunt (Noir had actually made an effort out of avoiding those games and play-hunts that the rest of her siblings played out) and all kinds of stuff. Actually, Oceane’s personality had changed. Thankfully Attila was still his bully self.

Noir giggled loudly and thrillingly as the other child agreed to the idea. The funny thing was how the girl tried to keep still despite enormous amounts of excitement. Oh, Noir knew too well how that was. Controlling her excitement and mood was something the golden eyed child had worked a bit with. In the start everyone had accepted it because that was how small children were supposed to be, but lately not everyone appreciated Noir’s puppy like and super happy excited behaviour all the time, at least not in too high doses. Although Noir felt almost dizzy with the excitement herself, she picked the butterfly toy up carefully in her jaws. The scent of both Cambreeah and another individual with a similar scent was found on the toy now when her nose was so close to it. She wondered if that meant that Cambreeah had a funny sister that wanted to be Noir’s friend too, but right now there were only Noir and Cambreeah, and she would wait until they were done player.

The older child struggled a bit with placing the toy on top of the child’s head. The first time it turned out that the butterfly was lying upside down facing the wrong way, and the second it had simply fallen off. The third attempt, however, had been successful, and the toy seemed to lie comfortably on top of little Cambreeah’s head. A whine escaped from the older girl this time, envy creating blushing roses in her lightly coloured cheeks. Noir too wanted to be a butterfly with a butterfly toy on top of her head. It was okay though. Noir had often pretended to be a butterfly alone around here. She always imagined herself as one of the lightly yellow coloured ones. Today she would be one of those as well. The golden eyed Aston child stepped a few steps back to look over the butterfly puppy before nodding contently. ”Fly butterfly, fly!” she squeaked out, wanting to see that puppy-butterfly fly together with the rest.

Although the older puppy seemed less obvious excited than the butterfly puppy, this was not the case. Noir was just better at controlling that blissful enthusiasm. The blonde stared in awe as Cambreeah peacefully floated towards the flower, just like a butterfly. She had wondered if the toy would be able to stay safe on top of the child head because she had expected the brown puppy to jump all over the place in play. She realized that she had underestimated the younger girl greatly. Noir’s body started moving too, but she took a longer path so that she entered the flower field a bit away from the other girl. Now Noir too was floating, pausing at the prettiest flowers and sniffing them in turn and licking a blossom or two occasionally. It was such great weather and it was warm and nice and it was perfect time for butterfly-Noir to fly around in her home and drink flower juice nom nom nom.

Slowly, the yellow butterfly made her way to another butterfly that was out this fine day. This other one was a colourful butterfly of the Cambreeah type. They were very rare. Two rare butterflies in one field! The Noir butterfly floated slightly closer. ”Oh, hello there, pretty Cambreeah-butterfly.” the squeaky, thin voice of the Noir butterfly greeted. The blonde girl’s head stayed still for a moment before it flew up and floated to sniff on another flower. ”Mmmm, so yummy flower om nom nom” the girl said, using that same, thin and squeaky voice that she imagined butterflies used. A pink tongue leaped out to lick the flower lightly, because flowers were butterfly-Noir’s dinner! This was so much more fun with another puppy playing. Noir usually floated around as Butterfly-Noir alone, but this time there would be a butterfly that was able to answer and not fly away instantly if the large, blonde butterfly came too close.

Noir-butterfly nodded and smiled. Yes indeed, it was a vewy preddie days, yes yes.
”Yes, super sun and pretty flower nom.” Noir agreed, nodding slowly and elegant because that was how butterflies were. Noir loved nothing more than playing such games. It was not only very fun, especially with company, but it was also in an odd sort of way calming to step into the role of a peaceful creature and forget who she was for a little while. Total disconnect from the rest of the world, just how the Aston girl preferred. Noir continued on without a flicker of her ear when the call for the little girl came. It was an unknown voice and it had nothing to do with Noir. The game was ruined when Cambria’s butterfly fell off her head and fittingly stirred up a bumblebee as if it had truly been a deceiving disguise. It was Cambi’s momma? Noir was no butterfly any longer either now. But, they had barely started to play and Cambria already had to go? More time had gone than Noir had realized, because time always flew unnaturally fast when she was enjoying herself. She did not want the child to go, but a mother’s call could never be ignored, or else there would come an angry mommy and get them. The Aniwayan child fell down on her bum and flattened her ears sadly because this mommy was stealing her butterfly friend. That was life for children though.
”Can I come and visit you, Cambreeah?” the older girl wondered, plead apparent in her golden eyes. Noir almost never wandered off and away from Aniwaya, but this could be an excellent reason to do so. She did not want this to be a goodbye, just a see you later! Noir had to come visit her non-Aniwaya friend now!