"Hmmm..."
"Hmmmmm..."
Standing in front of one of the estate's large windows, Orien Vathros had his brows furrowed so deeply that anyone unfamiliar with the little dragonling might've thought he was contemplating a matter of great importance.
Well, technically, he was.
At least, in his own opinion.
With his little chest puffed out and his stance so domineering that he practically resembled an elderly safety inspector examining a particularly suspicious construction site, the golden dragonling continued staring outside with an expression of utmost seriousness.
"Is it still not today?"
He sounded thoroughly disbelieving.
"...?"
Not far away, the rest of the family could only look at him with varying degrees of confusion, particularly Riley, who had been watching the child with considerable interest.
"How can it still not be today? Haaaay..."
Orien let out such a deep sigh that his tiny shoulders visibly slumped.
