He scratches under its chin. "Yours is really young."
He wrapped his arms around her. "Where's your aeon?"
He lies down on the floor while his Ifrit curls around him.
"If it is immune to fire, wouldn't it live somewhere close to volcanoes?"
He pets his aeon in praise. "So, how do we know we could trust this thing?"
"I'm not going to test that theory for you, ok?"
He peers over her shoulder. "How is that possible?"
"There's something I don't like. Now could you please drop it?" "Wake me once you are done."
"Then don't talk about dad in front of me." "Do you have enough rest, papa?"
He pried her arms away from his aeon. "Blossom..."
He summons Ifrit to his side. "What right?"
He stops. "This one shouldn't."
He purrs contently.
He rests his head on her shoulder.
"How can anything like this one?"
He rolls his eyes in boredom.
I hope that isn't a mandrake or Chikorita. "Could be an ordinary sprout or a plant creature."
He hugs her. "That's true."
He doesn't touch anything. "Then I guess our powers can't co-exist."
"I can see why. But what does it have to do with us?"
