The only constant of the "spontaneous" family trips was that the Verhens would always split into two groups. One with Kamila and the other with Shargein.
"Thank you for accompanying me." Elina caressed the Wyrmling's long neck, making him coo with joy. "Are you sure the bags are not heavy?"
He was carrying many groceries for Elina in saddlebags strapped to his back. She could have stored them in her dimensional amulet, but Shargein loved to feel useful.
"Shargein strong." He puffed smoke out of his nostrils with pride. "Bags light. Shargein can carry much more."
"You should stop talking about yourself in the third person, sweetie." Elina giggled. "It sounds silly."
"It does?" Shargein raised his head as the feathers on his body quivered in embarrassment.
"A little." Elina reassured him. "Have you ever heard your mom and dad talk like that?"
"No." He scratched his head while recalling Leegaain's and Salaark's speech patterns.
