Prompt: 'blue skies'
A Few of My Favourite Things
"Aren't they pretty, Little Bear?" whispered Glaki, running her fingers over the delicate sky-blue flowers in a curved vase near the window; they felt soft under her fingers, like Mama's best yaskedasu robes, and the vase made her think of Uncle Keth.
"Those are cornflowers; Tris loves them," came Lark's musical voice, in fluent Tharian.
"I like them, too, and I like the glass; did she make them?" asked Glaki shyly, still not used to having an adult around who wasn't Tris or Keth.
Lark's eyes twinkled. "No, her brother Briar grew these, and Tris bought the vase for him as a present - but she's learnt to blow glass now, from a certain student of hers, I believe," she added, with a wink at Glaki.