Like Elysia, they had no idea what had gone wrong, but unlike her, they trusted their parents and gave the baby boy the time and space Valeron needed. Yet their pain was nothing compared to Fluffy's.
Kalla the Wight was still a guest of the Verhen Mansion and forced the young Byk to endure grueling training sessions whenever they met.
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not Nok?" Fluffy panted heavily as ghastly Wraiths chased him around the Mansion.
He had gotten too fast for skeletons, so Kalla had moved on to flying lesser undead.
"Just don't." Kalla shook her head. "I'm not falling for that trick again."
"Aren't you going to intervene?" Garrik asked Nok while they had a mid-game snack.
"Nah, it helps Mom keep her mind off work and Fluffy busy." The Byk munched a giant version of the young Tyrant's honey bread. "He'll thank us later. Trust me."
