Tito and I walked back to the castle before the sunset. On our way, I looked up to see the beautiful tangerine painting in the sky. A smile appeared on my face before gazing ahead through the forest lane.
"Tito, do you like the Tarsa tribe?" I asked, turning my head to my right, where Tito was walking.
He looked down and nodded, smiling as his contoured cheek blushed. "They're cute."
"You are weak into anything cute, huh?" I teased and he just bashfully gazed down. "They like you too. Toby says you are his favorite uncle. Right? Toby?"
Tito glanced at Toby in my arms, and his eyes softened. The latter was very fond of Tito, since Tito had a very soft soul.
"I like... little nephew too," came out a deep and intimidating voice. I giggled at the contradiction of his voice and expression. Surely, I would never get used to this.
