Two Rivers Isle Mother, grab the camera!

He looked confused, as Vassago had been. She knew that Pyro had not yet begun to speak, as Vassago had, and sometimes, she worried a little. But he was coming along on his own. Perhaps he was a perfectionist, and would not talk until he could do so well. Instead her gaze fell on a small wildflower growing at the base of a tree a few paces away. She knelt by it, gesturing Pyro to come closer. She nudged the little blue flower, saying as she did. "Flower. Flower, Pyro. This is a Flower" She but stress on the word flower, hoping to teach him only the most basic of things until he could speak.