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Spyridon shook his head, but with a faint smile accompanying the gesture. Kevlyn would get it in time, but he still had a long way to go. “ώα ψαριών,” Spyro repeated, more slowly this time so the boy could pick up on the nuances of the pronunciation. The consort had trained both youth and adults in the past, and he had found that the younger they were, the more quickly they picked up on it.

“Πες το με μένα,” he suggested, opening his mouth to show that he was about to speak, and raising his eyebrows at Kevlyn. “ώα ψαριών.” Again, it was said slowly and with purpose in the hopes that young Kevlyn would be able to pronounce it better.