Two Weeks In The Making (1)

Upon the return of his two adorable summons, who yet again sang the whole way up the mountain, Aoni herded them into the cave, much to their confusion, before pulling out his trusty, handy-dandy-picture book and beginning his story.

Given her intelligence, the Lad believed that Nyria should, to some extent, understand the meaning behind what he was saying; then again, her mental age was probably between the ages of a 7-year-old and 9-year-old child, so it was still to be seen.

Regardless, his crudely drawn pictures and carefully planned explanations should be enough to get his point across.

"Alright, I have been waiting to do this for some time, but seeing as there will be some changes on the mountain in the near future, I think the time is now." Starting by sitting on the floor in front of his summons, Aoni drew a picture of himself, Glacia, and Nyria, earning some chee-laughter from the fledgling as it was her first time seeing his….Artistic abilities.