Dragoncrest Cliffs soldier, take your time

Ephraim's butchered French wins him another slow and easy smile, content as he watches that little tag set to wagging. It is nice, he decides, to take the boy on an excursion like this -- he'll have to do it more often, especially now that he is big enough to more or less explore unsupervised. Or with minimal supervision, at least. (He does not quite have a grasp on the timelines yet.)

"That way, then," Étoille agrees, picking his feet up and heading them in the direction his ward has picked. They trail the lake's shore, the Steltrona's pace slow enough to allow Ephraim to meander if he wants, letting him more or less decide what he wants to do or look at. "Do you like it here?" He asks, curious to assess how he is settling as they explore.