Meira giggled at the boy's enthusiasm, flopping to her belly and rolling over to her back so she could look at him, tucking her tail like a lady.

Why do you call an individual a 'universe'? she returned as her reply.

X kept referencing his grandmother, as if all his knowledge came from her. There was nothing wrong with that, after all, Meira's knowledge came from books and tutors. Yet she had no basis for her definition aside from what she had been told. The sky was only blue due to the name given the color.