~Part 2: The Name of the Wind~

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  “And, I think that concludes our lesson… for now,” Ezlo sighed as he closed the book, shaking his head. He hadn’t made much progress in teaching his apprentice how to speak in proper, complete sentences. He was old enough to, surely- estimated to be about five years in human age.

  “Master,” the little boy sitting across from him at the table chirped.

  “Yes, my apprentice,” Ezlo answered.

  “Question.”

  “No, it’s not just ‘question’. It’s ‘I have a question.’

  “Master?” He repeated in the same tone.

  “Yes, Apprentice?” Ezlo raised his eyebrows, a hopeful tone to his voice.

  “Have I question?”

  “…No,” Ezlo laid his head back down on the table.

  “Yes,” The little Minish pressed. “Food?”

  “Ya… food. Alright. I can do that.” Ezlo stood, making his way to the pot over the fire. Ezlo grabbed the wooden pail from the shelf and handed it to the boy as he simply explained the directions. “Apprentice, can you take this pail and fill it with water? There should still be some dew drops on the grass blades.”  

  The little boy took the pail and ran out of the house, nearly tripping over the lavender tunic Ezlo had given him. Ezlo turned back to the pot and began adding various ingredients to it- spices, berries, roots. He grumbled as he splashed some berry juice on his hands, proceeding to clean it off using a rag. He unwittingly hung it over the mantle.

  “Master?” the boy said as entered the house.

  “Yes, Apprentice,” Ezlo said, focused on adding the ingredients.

  “Question.”

  “Yes?”

  “Water,” the boy said, handing him the pail, smiling with pride.

  “That’s not a question… but you did what I asked. That’s a start.” Ezlo set the pail on the counter as he kneeled down beside the fireplace, blowing on the coals.

  “Master?”

  “Yes, Apprentice,” Ezlo answered, becoming annoyed.

  “Soup?”

  “Yes. That is what we’re going to eat today,” Ezlo answered as he stood.

  “Master?”

  “What is it now!?” Ezlo’s voice began to raise as he turned around. The child was unstartled.

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