“What are you so worried about Mistress?” asked Reba who had now finished feeding Snow and was now holding her and patting and rubbing her back intermittently so that she could burp. But Ogon did not seem the least bit of interested in the feeding as it seemed and he was looking at the wooden sword that Nyxion was holding.
Isis saw that and asked,” Are you interested in that Ogon? The sword? But it is not a toy, dear.”
Ogon looked at Isis as if he knew that she was speaking to her and then he again looked at the sword, his sole interest lied inside that particular thing. Nyxion heard Isis and looked at Ogon and found his eyes lingering on it, she carefully took the sword in her hands and moved forward and crouched down in front of him, going down one knee, placed the sword in his outstre
