Surprisingly, they did not feel the usual disorder when eating human food.
Chay got up in the morning, yawning again.
"You're still tired," Prince Avner observed. "Would you like to play truant today?"
"I'm just content and happy, Avner! Dalton is alive!"
"Um... not alive. He talks inside a jar, Chay," he cautioned.
"Well, yes! At least, he can talk and think!" Chay laughed at himself. "I think I must learn to like the smell of the embalming solution!"
Prince Avner shook his head as Chay sang and dance while going to the direction of the stream.
He looked up to the lightening clouds. The sun was rising. It was early morning. It was still dark in the forest but he sniffed the air.
A flowery and herbal scent wafted to embrace Prince Avner. He shuddered at once.
Daphne...
He follo
