Kier and Ina slowly floated down towards the others. Medes lost no time in flying towards his Mage and perching on his shoulder. The owl rubbed his head against Kier's cheek, who tickled Medes' neck.
Rien stepped forward to address his brother.
"Stop crying yet?"
"You have three seconds to say whatever else you need to say tonight before I snap you back to your nest." Kier raised his hand with the tips of his thumb and middle finger pressed up against one another.
Rien breathed in deeply, glowering at Kier. "Athyn's looking for you."
Kier snapped his fingers.