Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

The moment he’d shared how he wasn’t interested in the meal seemed to be the exact same moment when his father lost interest in him. Hvit was quiet as he was looked passed and then walked away from, frowning at the sight. Was he supposed to eat even when he didn’t need it? No, of course not. That would only make him feel sick, which he definitely didn’t need; he’d experienced enough of ailments in his life thus far, he didn’t need to add another to that list. He also didn’t want to be disregarded simply because he wasn’t willing to force food down his own throat, especially since he had an important matter to discuss. The silent reminder had him trailing after Gavriel, his frown remaining intact.

“Hod op,” the child urged, slowing to a stop in front of the warrior. “Ai gaf chich yu.” Both his tone and the fact that he was speaking more than usual pointed to the fact that the matter was an important one—well, it was important to him, anyways.