As Asher stood musing about the ignorance of childhood, Azaron walked out from the direction he had previously headed toward. He was dressed in his usual combat attire, his breastplate secured firmly upon his chest and vambraces covering his forearms. He stood as though prepared for everything and anything.
"Let's move, Youngest. It's time to board the Sky Jet," Azaron stated as he walked past Asher without another word.
Asher simply nodded. He gave the glass pane one last look before turning away and following behind Azaron. Stepping into the living room once more, everyone had already gathered as they headed toward the elevator.
"Where did you disappear to?" the Seventh Moon, Mary, asked curiously as she wondered what Asher and their father had been discussing.
Malrik, who was standing at the side, replied before Asher could. "They weren't talking about his supposed true affinity, if that's what you're trying to get out of him," he said, his tone playful.
