Yoeath: Are… you staying long, little Leslie?
Leslie: I don’t know, Yoeath. I just got here, and I’m so confused…
Yoeath: That is all right. You little ones often are. Although it is not as if you come here often.
Leslie: Have many people come here?
Yoeath: Only a handful. Young Flairé takes care of them when they do.
Flairé: That’s right! There’s my fudhuindili, her fudhuindon – though I don’t think he remembers much – also a few really random people you wouldn’t know. Like Illi- Esgalwen.
Leslie: But – oh. Really?
Flairé: Yup! : )
Yoeath struggles with personal pronouns while Flairé gabbles on about people he knows while still being mysterious. It’s a problem that I, my brother, and Flairé, Gullac, Zela, and Marteth all have. Flowering bushes take forever, and I’m pleased with today’s chibis.
Cheers!
Duruflé is the best. THE BEST.