Reply To: Strings of Nines

“You will always be my endearingly ugly baby, Yikesy,” said Arona sternly, “however old you are. Why it was not even a year ago that you were eleven, according to that weirdo dragon anyway. And now here you are all grown up telling me you are eighteen. It doesn’t matter to me one way or another, my precious boy.”

Arona sniffled emotionally.

“Now keep hold of my hand while we go and see if we can find Vincentius. I hope he has that grumpy old cat with him.”