Seraphilia crouched by the stream, intently washing a basket of fresh vegetables she had just brought back from town that afternoon. The water gurgled, and the cool stream washed over her knuckles. She skillfully peeled off the dirt and remnants from the vegetable leaves, her ice-blue eyes lowered. Part of her thoughts, however, were directed through a special link with Little White to the clearing not far away.
In the clearing, Robin sat on a flat rock covered with a blanket, a popular novel Seraphilia had recently bought spread open on her lap. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting shifting, warm patches of light on her raven-black hair and fair skin. However, her gaze wasn't entirely on the book pages. Instead, with a hint of suppressed amusement and helplessness, she followed the white cloud busily entertaining itself—Little White.
Ever since it discovered that Robin would react to its "performances," especially that rare and precious smile, Little White seemed to have found a new "cloud-life goal."
Whenever Seraphilia was busy and couldn't create those intricate cloud animals, Little White would voluntarily take on the important task of making Robin happy.
At this moment, it was performing an all-out, incredibly imaginative "one-cloud show."
First, it stretched and flattened itself, transforming into a square "cloud blanket" with soft, simulated fringes. On its screen was a neat emoticon: (´• ω •`)ﾉ Please sit~
Robin pursed her lips, not moving, but the smile in her eyes deepened.
This childish yet sincere invitation reminded her of the magic flying carpets in the fairy tale books at the Ohara library.
Little White wasn't discouraged. The "cloud blanket" quickly contracted, rolled, and condensed, instantly transforming into a lovable, plump cloud bear with short limbs and a fuzzy texture. It clumsily rolled on the ground, belly up, and the screen switched to: (￣(エ)￣) Aww~ Pet me~
Robin's lips finally couldn't help but curl into a slight arc.
The cloud bear then "poofed" apart and reformed, this time into a proud cloud cat with its head held high and tail flicked up. It strutted around the large rock where Robin sat with what it thought were elegant cat-like steps, even lifting a "front paw" to meticulously lick itself. A haughty expression appeared on its screen: (=￣ω￣=) Meow~ Mortals, admire this meow's elegance.
Robin finally couldn't hold back, and a very soft, feather-light chuckle escaped her throat. This laughter was faint, yet it was like a pebble dropped into the long-dormant lake of her heart.
This sound seemed to be the highest command, giving Little White immense encouragement. It immediately became excited, its cloud cat form unable to hold, "poofing" into an irregularly jumping cloud ball. Emoticons scrolled frantically across its screen: (≧∀≦)♪ Success! (๑＞ᴗ＜๑) Robin smiled! Mission accomplished!
Then, it began a series of dazzling, rapid transformations: the cloud ball stretched into a wriggling cloud snake ((～￣▽￣)～ Hiss~), the cloud snake coiled into a trembling cloud mushroom ((.・∀・) Mush~), the cloud mushroom "exploded" into a group of simulated, panicked cloud tadpoles ((⊙ˍ⊙) Run away!), and the cloud tadpoles then gathered into a cloud bat flapping asymmetrical wings and flying crookedly ((＞﹏＜) Dizzy...)...
The transformations became faster and more bizarre, and the emoticons changed rapidly with the forms and "plot," like a silent and spectacular pantomime.
Some transformations were so fast they appeared comical, like attempting to become a cloud horse but only forming four legs and a horse head, with its body still a chaotic mass ((°□°;) Failure! Horse body loading...), or trying to become a cloud bird but getting the head and tail directions reversed ((´･_･`) Seems wrong... please turn yourself around to view...).
Robin initially only smiled reservedly, but later, watching Little White's efforts, its frequent blunders, and the dramatic emoticons that matched them, her smile became increasingly evident. Her slender shoulders subtly shook, and her purple eyes, which always held complex emotions, were now as clear as the sky after rain, curving into two gentle crescent moons.
She even occasionally offered quiet "critiques": "...The tail is facing the wrong way." "That doesn't look like an eagle, it looks like... an overfed, plump pigeon."
Whenever she spoke, Little White would pause, its screen flickering as if "listening intently," then try even harder to correct itself or perform the next, more exaggerated act.
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