"Brother!" A childish voice said as seven people appeared on the formation that had lit up. Six people I know personally, the seventh one I know but never met personally.
"How is my little angel," I said and picked up the little girl who came running at me from my father's arms. "Brother, rose missed you very much," she said and as she hugged my neck with her little arms. "Rose missed you too, Ashlyn," she said and picked up Ashlyn, who was on my shoulder in her tiny hands, and gave her some kisses.
If it had been others, even me doing something like that to her, she would have flown away, but Ashlyn let my sister pick her and give her kisses.
"Members of Mistson, welcome to the Riverfield Academy," Professor said as she welcomed the party. There is one person she did not welcome, her own niece. Of the party of seven from the Mistson, one of them is not from Mistson.
