Clouds.
They were the exact representation of how free Unico hoped to be in some days, which oddly seemed to become everyday. They were above all their worries and could easily glide on about with their lives.
They didn't need to provide shade or change or bend to the will of others, no they were free and the moment one was hurt. They would easily express themselves and it would easily affect others and they would all come together and cry.
Or well, that's what she assumed.
Odd, that was like the mafia, her family which she seemed to never want to be open to. When one was hurt, all would be easily offended and it would take time for one to see clearly without any emotions blinding them.
