Zephan;
For the past five minutes, I have been searching for Elian.
He wasn't in the room, at the nursery, nor with Zethar or Aunt Selthia.
I would follow his scent, but it's all over the place.
I'm trying not to worry when I hear laughter that I can never mistake.
"You sound like you were a menace growing up!! How could you do that to them!" Elian's voice follows with more laughter, and I take a deep breath.
I already have an idea of what I would find, but somehow, I'm hoping I'm wrong.
I follow the sound of the laughter, and my heart sinks partway when I see them.
Elian and… Asa.
They're seated near one of the numerous gardens, right in front of the old fountains.
Elián is perched on a small mat, legs drawn in, and hands gesticulating freely as he speaks with so much excitement in his eyes. Asa is sitting in front of him, listening and nodding with attentive eyes, and my fingers curl into fists.
She is too close.
