"Hungry." The baby boy sighed, knowing there was no right answer.
The rest of the breakfast passed in strict silence, with Salaark keeping Shargein glued to her bosom to prevent another mess. The young Wyrmling had no idea what he had done wrong and wanted to go back to playing with his friends.
"I'm innocent!" He tried and failed to escape his mother's steel grasp. "This is entrapment! I want a lawyer!"
"What in Mogar's name are you teaching our Featherling?" Salaark asked in confusion.
"What makes you think I'd use legal jargon around him?" Leegaain replied, offended by the allegation. "He's too young to understand what entrapment is. Unless…"
The Guardians turned to Kamila, who gave them an apologetic shrug.
"I'm keeping myself up to date with work, and Shargein might have found one of the court transcripts I left open in my office." She replied. "How was I supposed to know he can already read? Elysia and Valeron can't do it yet, and Valeron is older than Shargein."
