“Haha, woah! That one looks like a Whopperflower!”
A finger points excitedly up at the sky, indicating a familiar shape etched into the misty white of a particular cloud. A small clump resembling what might have been a bulb is complete with three frond-shaped whisps.
Stretched out across soft grass, you and Venti find solace in surveying the skies above the plains of Starsnatch Cliff. In those sapphire skies, kissed to a heady golden blush by the sun, were clouds that moved in shoals. There was something about gazing into the endless blue that brought about a feeling of gratitude—to be alive to behold just one of the many beautiful gifts given to the world so freely.
There’s a certain serenity in such wonders, you observe, as gentle wind tickles your hair and blows it across your face. Turning your head to rest your gaze on the bard lying beside you, you watch in amusement as his teal eyes shimmer in awe; another sharp intake of breath and a waving hand coaxing you to regard the sky above you once again.
He giggles, poking your bicep. “Oh! And that one looks like a wineglass!”