-Can we go playing with my kite now, please? – The childish voice asked as a small hand tugged at the hem of his sleeve, and abruptly pulled Mikkho´s wandering mind back to the campsite, where he had been sitting holding a sleeping baby girl with his sight lost in the burning fire for a long while – Orshtig used to take me flying it when we camped all the time, why won’t you?
-Well… I don’t know who that Orshtig guy is, but I don’t see him anywhere around here now, do you? So, you’re stuck with me, Axe, and I don’t know how to do that – The teenager responded, pointing at the strange artifact that the kid was holding under his arm – Besides, even if I did, you know we cannot leave this campsite, or we would be in deep trouble with Esteghan.
-Ugh! This is so boring! – The toddler complain
