Baby Duck was a wonderful baby. Although it was a bit weird and did not speak, it was so amazingly adorable that she could not love it enough. The squeaking noises it always made were so cute, and the girl did not know what to do to channel the strong and warm feelings the little thing gave her daily. She felt so full of happiness always, it seemed. The horrible incident with the puppy eater was not gone, but happiness shoved it away for darker times. Cambria really liked Baby Duck, so Cambria had to be a very nice and fun person. Yes, the blonde girl definitely liked her, despite the obvious difference in age. Actually, the fact that the girl was so small and still so full of the innocence all small children shared was probably a good thing when it came to Noir. The older girl was soon about to pass her first half year, but she had yet to lose all those things that made her a pure child. The innocence, the naivety. Noir still saw miracles and impossible, breathtaking beauty everywhere she looked. She doubted she would ever get bored or used to the world like many of the adults did.
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.