Aelia gaped up at the blue sky that was dotted with fluffy white clouds which were drifting lazily in the gentle breeze. Her gaze danced over the miraculously cloudy sky of early evening like it were performing ballet in converse to the leaden mist of the uncaringly cold but bright, wide yonder on which the clouds were strangely but dramatically stippled like milk spilled in an ocean of blue to capture the fascinated attention of Aelia by putting her in state of awe by its enthralling beauty. The girl really had a thing for skies which she always found mesmerizing. To her, the celestial sphere of blue that was now set ablaze with the fire of the setting sun could be described as the vault of heaven.
But right now as she was eating the massive, flat, circular solid of sugar in licks, all
