Permafrost Hollows re: new beginnings

There is a charm in the struggling words as the lost boy spews knowledge. Kratos plays along, a nod of his head taken with each statement.
You a flower? The dragon asks with an arch of his brow. You ought to go back home. Run along to mommy and daddy who are certainly a mess looking for their gremlin—not that either parent deserves to cater to a child they lost so easily.