Two Years Later (Age 9)
I leaned forward, excitement surging through me as I looked at High Priest Eddard.
"What? Why haven't I ever heard of this before?" I bounced in my seat, excitedly.
"Lady Esme," Adom tugged at my sleeve, disapproving of my lack of etiquette. I pouted at the recently eight year old Adom as he blinked at me blankly.
It was odd to think that this boy used to be a scrawny, fearful little thing. Now, he had filled out healthily. He was still shorter than me, but all the maids gushed over his cute looks, even though you would see more animation from a rock on the ground, I still found him oddly enduring, but now, he treats me more like a kid than I do him.
"It's all true, though it is a forgotten tradition now. Many Divine Users use to go to the forest of the fey
