Missing Right Arm
Editor: Henyee Translations
The first light of dawn slowly chased the shades of night away like adding water to ink. It was still a bit dark for Angor to see the faces of those two. It was only until the shorter one walking in front approached him, showing both joy and anxiety, that he recognized his visitors.
"Sailum?"
The shorter one was covered in a white bedsheet. Only his tiny head under the lamplight helped Angor recognize his name.
"It's you, Angor! You're okay! We were so worried!" Sailum quickly fell into tears.
Angor found a handkerchief and handed it to Sailum. "Hey, little one, we haven't met for some days and you turned into a crybaby? How will you spend all the years before you become a wizard? Learn to grow up!" Angor mimicked Sunders' tone, and he felt it awesome when lecturing someone younger.
"Good to see you well, Angor." The taller woman behind Sailum joined them. Angor sensed her enthusiasm from her plain voice.
"It's been some time, Nausica."