Listening to Karin's opinion about the birds, the crimson-haired youth couldn't help but smile, silently agreeing with his assessment.
"Alright, then. Let's not keep them waiting," he said before stepping forward. With a light movement, he glided through the air, more flying than walking, toward the mountain. The two followed closely behind.
As he closed the distance, he halted midair and spoke in a respectful tone. "Greetings, oh great lord of the Sky Dominating Clan! I am Damien Mufasa of the Mufasa Clan. Today, we come as envoys of the Three Fangs Kingdom."
Perched above them, John the mockingbird cocked his head, his tone light and cheerful. "Welcome, Damien Mufasa of the Mufasa Clan, to my humble abode. Please, come and have a seat." Then, without missing a beat, he turned and commanded, "Woodie, make three chairs for our guests."
Woodie stiffened. She wanted to protest—manipulating her magical tree to that extent was beyond her skill.
