"It's so nice to see you again, Little Ape."
"T… Trada?"
That one word was barely squeezed out of Oli's tense body.
The draconic apparition nodded. She landed on the ground, approaching the drake with a motherly gaze.
"To think that you can already wield the power of my bloodline… You are not my son by birth. But we do share blood, all the same. Seeing you here is proof that the pride and appreciation I've placed in you was the best decision of my life."
Oli, however, was greatly struggling to speak his mind. Because he'd only experienced this sort of feeling in one other scenario. Where both his soul and blood were roiled up by unignorable nostalgia.
When Oli first experienced his father's memories within the soul jade, after his passing.
"Little Ape," Trada's tender tone reeled in the drake's gaze, "siding with me and my child changed the course of your life, for better or worse.