-Orshtig? - Axe asked distractedly as he held to the cord of the flying device that they had built a few days earlier with some twigs and a piece of cloth, watching it drift away, suspended in the air.
-Yes? – Orstig replied, turning his head towards him while he sat down on the grass in the large open valley that he had picked to test their device, and kept watch for incoming threats.
-What's a parent? – The child said, almost casually. Biting his lip slightly and stealing a timid glance at him.
- Well, I'm still learning your language too, but I think that parents mean your mom and dad, kid – The Argantean man responded, smiling weakly at him.
-What's a mom and dad? – The toddler insisted, his eyes trained on the colorful floating object. His hand raising towards it whenever it see
